99 Bloody Lashes And A Bullet To His Hear

Tristan doesn't like unexpected surprises, nor does he like any trouble, but he makes exceptions for me every time.

When I realized this, I also saw my own heart clearly.

I didn't say anything, and in the silence, I could only hear my own accelerating heartbeat.

Tristan saw that I didn't speak, and changed the subject, seemingly casually asking: "If that call yesterday hadn't been made to me by mistake, but to someone else, would you have gone with them?"

"Of course not," I replied instinctively, but then I saw the triumphant smile in Tristan's eyes and was stunned.

"That's good," Tristan closed his laptop and looked at me, as if suddenly remembering something, and asked: "That guy, your ex-husband, is he still bothering you?"

I was stunned for a moment and shook my head: "Not recently."

Since that day I left, Joey hasn't contacted me anymore.

If Tristan hadn't mentioned it, I probably wouldn't have thought of him.

Tristan continued to ask: "What if he comes to find you later to reconcile, kneels

down to ask for your forgiveness, and tries every way to win you back?"

"Would you get back together with him?"

I frowned and said calmly: "That would only make me feel more annoyed."

I have never been the kind of person to easily go back.

Once something is broken, it's broken. No matter how you fix it, it will never be the same as before.

Tristan's smile deepened: "If someone else wants to pursue you now, would you reject them?"

I looked at his narrow, smiling eyes, and intuitively felt that he was like a charming fox, step by step enticing the

prey into the trap.

I smiled and said softly: "It depends on the situation. If it's someone I dislike, of course I would reject them."

Tristan looked up at me, his deep eyes like a pool of water, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he spoke: "Do you

dislike me?"

His clear and cold voice was tinged with a hint of nervousness that was hard to detect, and his heart was also

anxious.

I pretended not to understand: "Mr. Franco, what do you mean by that?"

Looking at the cunning smile in the woman's eyes, Tristan lightly smiled, and with one hand, he grabbed her thin

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wrist and pulled her down into his arms.

I sat on his lap without expecting it, my hands flailing and holding onto Tristan's shoulders. The man's warm breath

was close to my ear.

"Don't ask what I mean. You just need to answer me." He didn't expose my feigned ignorance, but instead asked again in a low voice. “Do you dislike me?"

Over and over again, "Do you dislike me?" His voice was pleasant, as if he was asking, "Do you like me?"

My ears turned red, and I tried to calm down the surging emotions: "I don't dislike you"

"Is that so? That's enough." Tristan looked up at her, our eyes met, and from his eyes, I seemed to read the unspokennoveldrama

love.

"Willa, would you like to try being with me?"

Tristan's voice echoed in my ear.

For a moment, it seemed to me that the world only had those captivating eyes in front of me.

"Okay."

Tristan's eyes trembled, and he held her waist with his protective hand, pressing it against the back of her head.

He tilted his head slightly, and a gentle kiss landed on the corner of my lips.

Half a month later, City Hospital.

I was wearing a white coat, walking through the wards to check on patients, when suddenly there was a commotion

in the corridor.

Several nurses were pushing a stretcher with a pregnant woman from the ambulance towards the operating room.

"Doctor Bennett, this pregnant woman suddenly started bleeding, the situation is

not optimistic, and she needs immediate surgery!"

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