The Husband I Loved for Eight Years Never Loved Me-Chapter 79: I’m Not Interested in You, President Sterling
Chapter 79: I’m Not Interested in You, President Sterling
Rachel Royce looked at Tristan Sterling.
Sylvia Shannon turned her head to glance at her son, then warned Rachel, "Miss Evelynn, you’d best take my words to heart. Don’t do anything you’ll regret."
With that said,
she headed toward the restroom.
After Sylvia Shannon left,
only Rachel Royce and Tristan Sterling remained.
Rachel shot the man a cold glance. She didn’t want to say a single word to him right now. "Something’s come up, so I’m leaving. Please tell Melissa for me, President Sterling."
As Rachel started to walk away,
she heard the man say, "Go tell Melissa yourself."
Rachel froze.
She ended up returning to the private room. Melissa’s happy little face immediately fell. "Aunt Evelynn, you barely ate anything."
Rachel said, "I’m sorry, Melissa. I really do have something to take care of."
"Okay then... Can I invite you over for dinner next time, Aunt Evelynn?" Melissa’s eyes were full of anticipation.
Rachel smiled and nodded. "Okay."
A smile returned to Melissa’s face. "Then I’ll walk you out, Aunt Evelynn."
"No need. I can see myself out. You go ahead and eat. We’ll talk again soon, okay?"
After comforting Melissa,
Rachel turned and left the room. She glanced at Tristan Sterling and walked straight past him. Just as she stepped out, she heard Melissa say, "Daddy, walk Aunt Evelynn out."
Soon after,
Rachel felt a gaze on her from behind. She stopped, turned to look at Tristan Sterling, and said indifferently, "President Sterling, there’s no need to see me out."
Tristan Sterling didn’t answer. His handsome face was deep and cold as he strode forward.
Rachel watched his retreating back, took a deep breath, and followed him.
The two of them took the elevator downstairs.
Rachel stood just behind and to the left of Tristan Sterling, remaining silent the entire way.
The elevator reached the ground floor.
They stepped out of the elevator.
"President Sterling, this is far enough," Rachel said.
As soon as she spoke,
Tristan Sterling stopped and turned to face her. "Miss Evelynn, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?"
Rachel’s breath caught in her throat. She quickly understood what he meant.
How could a man as arrogant and self-important as Tristan Sterling, a man of his stature, tolerate being humiliated by someone?
Rachel gave a faint, sarcastic smile. "President Sterling, what I want to say is that I don’t owe you anything. When you make demands of others, perhaps you should learn the meaning of the word ’respect’."
Tristan Sterling suddenly took a step forward. Rachel tensed and retreated a step.
"It seems Miss Evelynn is quite eager to earn my respect."
Rachel’s nerves were stretched taut. She tilted her head up slightly to meet the man’s gaze and said coolly, "Don’t misunderstand. I’m not interested in you, President Sterling."
The moment she finished speaking,
Tristan Sterling stopped in his tracks. He stood over Rachel, his long, deep-set eyes fixed on her, and then he suddenly scoffed.
Rachel’s back was pressed against the wall as she stared up at him defiantly.
"Miss Evelynn, you certainly have a personality."
"I’ll take that as a compliment, President Sterling."
"You really like to flatter yourself. I wasn’t complimenting you."
Rachel was speechless.
She clenched her fists, her heart throbbing with a sharp pain. She fought the urge to slap the man across the face. Taking a quiet breath, she suppressed the turbulent emotions rising within her and snapped, "If you don’t know how to talk, then don’t."
With that,
she turned and strode away. She didn’t want to waste another word on this bastard.
The man stood where he was, watching her storm off, a cold, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.
Rachel didn’t even begin to calm down until she was out the main entrance.
In her mind, she had already cursed the damn scumbag a thousand times over.
After a long while,
Rachel finally started to calm down.
She hailed a taxi to go home.
When the taxi passed the food street near her old high school, she got out. She had barely eaten anything earlier.
She hadn’t been here in a long time and wondered if the noodle shop she used to frequent during her school days was still around.
Following the familiar path, she found the noodle shop. It was still there. Rachel ordered a bowl of Sichuan pepper beef noodles.
Just then,
her phone rang. She took it out of her bag and saw it was a call from Thomas Sterling. "What are you up to? Didn’t you see the message I sent you?"
Rachel replied, "I didn’t see it. I’ll look now."
She put down her phone, opened WeChat, and saw a picture of a lavish dinner that Thomas Sterling had sent, with a message below it asking what she had for dinner.
Thomas Sterling had gone home tonight, so he hadn’t attended Joanna Sutton’s get-together.
He had been freeloading meals at her place so often lately that he rarely ate at home anymore. Tonight, Evelyn Fitzwilliam had insisted he come home.
Just as her Sichuan pepper beef noodles were served, she took a picture and sent it to him.
Thomas Sterling recognized the noodle shop at a glance. "Hey! You didn’t even invite me."
Rachel chuckled. "Isn’t your fancy dinner good enough for you?"
Thomas said, "What fancy dinner could be as good as that bowl of beef noodles? I’m coming over right now. Order one for me in twenty minutes—a large one."
After saying that,
before Rachel could say anything, Thomas Sterling hung up the phone.
Rachel felt helpless.
Twenty minutes later, she ordered a bowl for him. The shop was still quite crowded, so his order should be ready around the time he arrived.
By now, however, she had already finished her own meal.
She sat on the stool, looking out the window.
The lively, bustling atmosphere of the street helped to ease some of the frustration in her heart.
When the noodles were served,
Rachel called Thomas Sterling. Just as the call connected, she saw someone hurrying toward her from across the street.
When he walked into the shop,
he was breathing out puffs of warm air, his forehead beaded with sweat. Seeing Rachel, he strode over and sat down across from her.
"The noodles just arrived. Go on and eat."
Thomas Sterling first grabbed a bottle of water to drink. After catching his breath, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating. He really didn’t have the airs of a rich young master at all.
Thomas took a bite and sighed contentedly. "It still tastes the same as always. By the way, why are you here alone? Didn’t you have something to do?"
Rachel said, "It’s taken care of."
Thomas didn’t press for details.
The two chatted idly.
Rachel waited for him to finish his noodles.
During this time,
a lot of students came in, and the two of them could be said to be the center of attention.
When Thomas Sterling took out his phone to pay, Rachel said, "I already paid."
Thomas didn’t stand on ceremony. He put his phone away and said, "Alright then. I’ll treat you next time."
The two of them left the noodle shop.
Rachel then received a call from Julian Jennings.
She had suddenly forgotten that Julian Jennings had just offered to pick her up, and she had agreed—mainly because she didn’t want Sylvia Shannon’s driver to take her home.
"I’m sorry, Professor. I’ve already left. I forgot to tell you."
"No worries. As long as you’re okay. Are you home yet?"
"I’m still out, with Thomas."
