The Husband I Loved for Eight Years Never Loved Me-Chapter 120: I Will Make It Completely Disappear from This World
Chapter 120: I Will Make It Vanish From This World
"You..." Rachel Royce’s breath hitched. "What on earth do you want?"
Tristan Sterling turned and strode toward Rachel Royce.
Before Rachel could even react,
a powerful force grabbed her by the wrist.
"Tristan... ah!"
The man threw Rachel directly onto the sofa. An intimidating aura immediately swept over her, so overpowering that every pore on her body trembled in fear.
Her eyes widened in terror as she watched the man loom over her. He seized her by the chin, forcing her to look up at him.
His face was an icy mask.
"Why am I treating you like this?" The man sneered. "Because you took it upon yourself to provoke someone you never should have."
Rachel’s nerves were taut as she stared at him warily.
"Who are you trying to get with now?" the man’s tone dripped with thick sarcasm.
Rachel’s chest heaved. She understood the implication in his words and angrily raised her hand, but he effortlessly pinned it against the back of the sofa.
"Rachel Royce, don’t think I’m a patient man."
Unable to struggle free, she glared at the man and cursed, "Tristan Sterling, you bastard."
Tristan Sterling stared down at her, his voice low and domineering. "Rachel Royce, I’m warning you. Don’t even think about touching anything that belongs to Melissa. If you do, I will make sure it vanishes from this world completely."
His tone was laced with a thick, dangerous aura that made Rachel feel suffocated.
Their eyes met.
In the brief silence, the air around them seemed to grow heavy.
Rachel stared at the man, and as the realization dawned on her, she suddenly laughed—a scornful laugh. "Tristan Sterling, do you really love Melissa? Do you even know how to love her?"
Tristan Sterling stared at her without a word.
"You love her, so why were you being all lovey-dovey with Claire Ainsworth right in front of Melissa? You want Melissa to accept her, don’t you? Too bad Melissa can tell who’s genuinely good to her and who’s just putting on a fake act. She doesn’t like phonies like Claire Ainsworth who are all for show."
"Even a child can sense it, but you can’t. What right do you have to say you truly love Melissa? Your love is just as selfish."
Tristan Sterling’s dark eyes narrowed, and his grip on her wrist tightened. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Rachel winced in pain. "You... Let go of me!"
Just then,
a soft, choked voice called out, "Daddy!"
They both froze in shock.
The door was ajar, and Melissa stood there with red-rimmed eyes.
Tristan looked at his daughter, a flicker of panic in his eyes.
Melissa’s little mouth trembled before she burst into tears, wailing, "Daddy, Aunt Evelynn, please don’t fight!"
"Melissa... doesn’t want you to fight."
"..."
Tristan Sterling released Rachel, strode to the door, and picked up his daughter. "Melissa, don’t cry."
But Melissa couldn’t stop crying.
"Daddy, don’t fight with Aunt Evelynn, okay? I... I don’t want you to fight, okay?"
Rachel stood frozen and helpless. Listening to her daughter’s sobs, she felt as if her own heart was about to shatter.
Tristan shot Rachel a cold glare before striding away with his daughter in his arms.
His daughter’s cries faded into the distance.
Rachel’s mind went blank, and her heart felt as if it were being crushed by a giant stone.
She sat there on the sofa, losing all track of time,
until Melissa suddenly ran back into the study.
Rachel stood up, hurried over to Melissa, and knelt to pull her into a hug. Melissa’s red eyes were puffy from crying.
"Melissa, I’m so sorry," Rachel apologized, her voice hoarse.
Melissa hugged Rachel and sniffled. "Aunt Evelynn, please don’t fight with Daddy, okay? Melissa doesn’t want to see you fight."
Rachel hugged her daughter tighter, took a deep breath, and said weakly, "Okay. No more fighting."
The mother and daughter held each other just like that.
Behind the door, a tall, slender figure stood silently watching the scene in the study.
Leaning on Rachel’s shoulder, Melissa gradually calmed down.
Rachel picked up her daughter and walked out of the study.
The man was long gone.
Back in Melissa’s bedroom,
Rachel gently wiped Melissa’s little face clean.
Melissa then took the towel to wipe Rachel’s face. Rachel bent down, letting Melissa wipe her cheeks while murmuring, "Aunt Evelynn isn’t crying, and Melissa isn’t crying either."
Rachel smiled and gently caressed her daughter’s cheek. "That’s right. Neither of us is crying."
Children are easy to coax. Melissa was soon smiling happily again.
After they washed their faces,
"Aunt Evelynn," Melissa said suddenly.
"What is it?"
Melissa looked a little troubled. "Aunt Evelynn, can you stay home and be with me today? Can we go to your house tomorrow instead? Melissa doesn’t mean to go back on her word."
Faced with her daughter’s request, how could Rachel possibly refuse? "Of course. I’ll stay home with Melissa today."
The worry in Melissa’s eyes instantly gave way to a bright sparkle. "Yay!"
She threw herself into Rachel’s arms again.
The mother and daughter stayed in the bedroom.
Until noon.
The door opened.
Seeing who it was, Melissa cried out, "Daddy."
She was back to being her lively, adorable self.
Tristan Sterling spoke gently to his daughter, "Time for lunch."
Melissa reached out and took Rachel’s hand. "Aunt Evelynn, let’s go have lunch."
Rachel let her daughter pull her toward the door.
"Daddy!"
Melissa took her father’s hand as well. Tristan Sterling smiled warmly at his daughter and squeezed her hand tightly.
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Holding one of their hands in each of hers, Melissa tilted her little head back and beamed, her eyes filled with pure happiness.
As Tristan and Rachel held their daughter’s hands, their gazes softened unconsciously whenever they looked at her. By some unspoken understanding, however, they avoided looking at each other.
The three of them went downstairs to the dining room like that.
Seeing this, Lisa Lawson and Frances Wyatt exchanged a look of bewildered surprise. ’Why do they look so much like a family of three?’
No matter how shocked they were, they kept it to themselves and quietly went about their duties.
Seated at the dining table,
Rachel tied a bib on Melissa. When Melissa saw the vegetable wraps in front of her, she picked one up with her chopsticks and placed it in Rachel’s bowl. "Aunt Evelynn, eat this. Daddy made it."
’I knew Tristan doted on Melissa, but I never imagined a man so noble and aloof would actually cook.’
Earlier, while coaxing Melissa, Tristan had promised to make her something to eat.
Melissa didn’t like vegetables, but she loved anything her father made.
Rachel politely declined, "You eat it, Melissa. Auntie doesn’t want any."
Melissa insisted, "No, no! Aunt Evelynn, just eat one. Please? Just try it?"
In the end, Rachel had no choice but to eat it.
Seeing her eat it, Melissa asked happily, "Aunt Evelynn, is it good? What Daddy made?"
Rachel looked at the clever little imp and sighed in resignation. "It’s delicious."
Melissa immediately turned to her father, swinging her little legs. "Daddy, Aunt Evelynn said it’s delicious!"
Tristan looked at his daughter and placed a piece of shrimp on her plate. "Daddy heard."
"Then you should make more next time, so Aunt Evelynn and I can eat together."
Tristan grunted in affirmation. "I know. Now hurry up and eat."
With Melissa there, her cheerful voice filled the dining room, and the atmosphere during lunch was harmonious.
The few, outwardly peaceful exchanges between Rachel and the man happened only for Melissa’s sake.
