"Tristan Grayson, what good does it do you to offend and anger me for that woman?" Most men who approached her would try to curry favor and flatter her; even the detestable Jason Lockwood was no exception.
Tristan Grayson straightened up and looked down at Aria Joyce, his voice sharp. "You're right, there's no benefit for me. But I know one thing: she's my woman, and I'm the only one allowed to say anything about her. No one else has the right." With that, Tristan Grayson turned and left.
Aria Joyce only snapped back to her senses after Tristan Grayson's figure disappeared down the hall. She stomped her foot angrily and yelled, "Your woman? Tristan Grayson, you get back here and make yourself clear! Who exactly is your woman?!"
Outside the hotel, Mika Summers turned down Archie Lockwood's request.
"Archie, I can't go with you."
"Why not?" Archie Lockwood frowned, confused.
"Archie, I have a job and a life of my own now. I really can't go back to living with you all."
