Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 102: Back to the Room

"Ah? Oh!" Mika Summers spun around in surprise. She didn’t dare say another word, terrified that Tristan Grayson, in a fit of rage, might actually do something to her right then and there.

Tristan Grayson felt like this woman was going to make him burst a blood vessel. He was already struggling to hold back, and her turning around now was pushing him right to the brink. "Sit still and don’t move. Just give me a minute!" he growled, holding her tightly to keep her from squirming.

Mika’s face flushed red, and she didn’t dare move an inch.

After what felt like an eternity—more than ten minutes—Tristan Grayson finally calmed down.

He pushed her off his lap and, before Mika Summers could even react, pulled her out of the suite.

Mika jogged to keep up, pouting unhappily. "I haven’t eaten yet..." She hadn’t felt hungry during her earlier emotional outburst, but now she was starving.

At her words, Tristan Grayson snapped his fingers. The attendant on duty at the front desk immediately hurried over. "Young Master Grayson, is there anything else you need?"

"Have the kitchen prepare two late-night meals and send them to my room."

"Of course, Young Master Grayson."

Tristan Grayson turned back to look at her, his eyes filled with affection. His tone softened. "Ready to go now?"

"Mhm..." She nodded, confused. But as they approached the elevator, something felt off. ’Why are we going back to the room to eat? It’s such a waste not to eat all that food on the table out there.’ With that thought, Mika voiced her question aloud, "Why are we going back to the room to eat?"

Just then, the doors to the VIP elevator slid open. Tristan Grayson ignored her question, stepping inside and yanking her in after him. He swiftly pressed the button for the 11th floor. The moment the doors closed, he turned to face her. Gazing at her innocent, confused expression, a devilish smirk crossed his lips. He lifted her into his arms, pinning her against the elevator wall, and crashed his lips onto hers.

Mika found herself suddenly lifted, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She was in a complete daze. Before she could even process what was happening, Tristan Grayson was kissing her with overwhelming force. Her heart began to pound erratically, and a deep blush spread across her face. She felt dizzy. Faced with Tristan’s passion, she found she couldn’t refuse—nor did she want to.

They kissed all the way from the 1st floor to the 11th. They only stopped when the elevator doors slid open behind them.

Tristan Grayson gently set her down. She was still panting, her face flushed with shyness. The moment her feet touched the ground, her legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed. Tristan quickly caught her, then bent down and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her out of the elevator.

Her face burning, she leaned against Tristan Grayson’s chest and tilted her head up to gaze at his handsome, captivating profile. ’This all feels so unreal.’

’I think I’m falling more and more in love with Tristan Grayson. Suddenly, I’m so, so scared of losing him. What am I going to do? He’s completely conquered me all over again...’

Gazing at him, completely mesmerized, she spoke words she hadn’t even realized were on her lips. "Tristan Grayson... do you have any idea? If you keep being this good to me, I won’t be able to stand leaving you." His kindness gave her the false hope that he might actually care for her, that he might even like her. But she knew it was impossible. There was, and always had been, another woman living in Tristan Grayson’s heart—and it wasn’t her.

’Honestly, just having these few short days with Tristan Grayson has been wonderful. I’m already so content...’

’Mika, you have to remember this is all just a dream. And eventually, you have to wake up...’