Mika Summers frowned in thought. "I can carry him out of here." With that, she turned to go back upstairs.
Tristan Grayson's hand shot out, grabbing her arm. "You're in that much of a hurry to go back?" he said angrily. 'That much of a hurry to go back and see that other man?'
"That's right. I am in a hurry. Because being in the same room as you disgusts me."
Tristan Grayson's grip went slack. His lips curled into a sardonic, bitter smile.
'Disgusted? Is that all she feels being with me now? Disgust?'
'How could this woman be so heartless?'
Watching Mika Summers go upstairs, Tristan Grayson's brow furrowed tightly. A dimness flickered in his eyes as he looked down at his phone and sent a text to Silas Kent.
He told him she wasn't coming back.
'She's my woman. Why the hell should she go back to him!'
'Even if she hates me, even if she despises me, I can't let her go back to be with another man.'
