Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 87: Humiliation

’Oh god, what just happened? How could I have been so bold?’

’Is he going to think I’m some kind of pervert now?’

Watching her reaction, Tristan Grayson wasn’t angry. Instead, he found her quite cute.

The thought startled Tristan Grayson instantly.

’He found this woman cute? He must be insane to think that.’

’This woman... what part of her is cute? There isn’t a single cute thing about her...’

Tristan Grayson had no idea just how... strange his thoughts were at that moment.

’He just felt that he must be losing his mind... ’

After waiting for a long time, Tristan Grayson still hadn’t gotten angry.

Mika Summers hid under the covers, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Suddenly, the bed dipped, and someone slipped under the covers with her.

Mika Summers froze completely.

Tristan Grayson turned and wrapped his arms around her.

’Just as I thought. As soon as I touch her, she becomes... like this.’

’This woman has absolutely nothing to do with the word "cute."’

He rolled over, grabbed her chin tightly, and said mockingly, "What? Are you that unwilling?"

"Get off me." It wasn’t that she was unwilling; she just didn’t want to be treated like this by him.

"Heh... So it’s true. You really are unwilling..." Tristan Grayson studied her expression, and when he saw tears welling up in her eyes, his mocking tone turned cold.

Mika Summers couldn’t stand his tone. His tone, his words... they were like needles stabbing her heart over and over again. With all her strength, she shoved Tristan Grayson away. "Tristan Grayson, I am unwilling! We’re already divorced, so why do you have to humiliate me like this?" She loved him, which was why she couldn’t allow him to treat her this way.

"Heh... Humiliation?"

"Isn’t it? Tristan Grayson, isn’t this the only reason you want to... with me?" ’If he wanted to do this, why wait until after the divorce?’

They were married for three years! For those three years, he’d been completely disdainful of her.

’But now? What did he mean by treating her like this?’

"Humiliation?" Tristan Grayson’s lips curled into a sneer. "You’re right. That’s exactly why I, Tristan Grayson, want you. Otherwise, did you really think a woman like you would even be qualified?"

Hearing Tristan Grayson’s vicious, mocking words, Mika Summers’s body trembled violently.

Even though she had known it all along, hearing him say it out loud was still an unbearable heartache.

’So, he admitted it?’

’Hah. So if it wasn’t for the sake of humiliating me, I wouldn’t even be qualified for this? Is that it?’

Looking at the woman’s deathly pale face, a flicker of pity crossed Tristan Grayson’s mind, but it was immediately consumed by a wave of fury.

Mika Summers’s body shook, and she wanted to cry out in pain.

’But she wouldn’t allow herself to be so pathetic! She couldn’t lose her last shred of dignity!’

She clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut in agony. This time, she didn’t break down and cry like she usually would.

Because she knew Tristan Grayson would never feel sorry for her, much less give up just because she was crying.