Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 100: Still in Time

As the light in her eyes gradually faded away, Tristan Lockwood’s cold voice rang out, "Didn’t you say you had something to say to me? Go ahead, I’m listening."

Jade Sutton perceptibly paused for a moment, then lowered her head and whispered, "Today is Valentine’s Day, I was hoping... to spend it with you."

He looked at her indifferently and said, "Why would you think I would spend Valentine’s Day with you."

"I..."

Jade’s delicate face suddenly looked a bit panic-stricken, like a startled fawn, stirring up a protective instinct in people.

However, when Tristan Lockwood becomes ruthless, he truly shows no emotion at all, just staring fixedly at her, "So what?"

Jade’s already pale complexion looked even worse now, and she choked out, "I thought we were very good before. You had so many arguments with Claire to protect me, doesn’t that show you have some feelings for me?"

Just as she finished speaking, a faintly mocking smile appeared on Tristan Lockwood’s lips.

It looked very much like ridicule.

Jade’s heart sank, her expression suddenly changed, biting her lip as she glared at him, defiantly asking, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Tristan Lockwood spoke, "Maybe you’ve got something wrong, I protected you only because of those letters you wrote to me, they were a lifeline during the toughest days of my life, not because I like you."

Jade’s eyes reddened, "But those letters of yours clearly told me you liked me!"

"You’re right."

Tristan Lockwood didn’t deny her words; he just quickly curled his lips indifferently, mercilessly saying:

"When I wrote those reply letters, I did like you because all your letters to me were telling me you are a girl who loves life and is full of hope for everything. Putting aside the fact that we haven’t been in contact for so many years, the current you only harms yourself and complains about others. What reason do I have to like this you?"

"I became like this because of Sean Lockwood!" Jade cried out with reddened eyes, "Why don’t you blame the perpetrator but come to criticize me, the victim, saying I’m unworthy of being loved?"

"Are you really the victim?"

Tristan Lockwood looked steadily at her, with no waves of emotion in his eyes.

Jade clenched her fists, her gaze firm, saying, "I am."

Tristan Lockwood scrutinized her for a moment, then looked away, saying: "I hope so."

He threw down these words, expressionlessly striding away, and when he reached the door, Jade’s calm but terrifying voice sounded from behind him: "What about if it were Claire Hale?"

Tristan Lockwood furrowed his brows, turned, and watched her cautiously: "What?"

Jade said, "If it were her here today, wanting to die, would you still ignore her?"

"She wouldn’t."

Almost without any thought, Tristan Lockwood replied.

For some reason, even though Claire Hale seemed to be the coldest person to anyone, his subconscious just felt she wouldn’t despise her own life.

Tristan Lockwood paused, then coldly said, "This has nothing to do with you, anyway."

It has nothing to do with you.

No words could be more heartless than these four words.

Watching Tristan Lockwood walk farther and farther away until he completely disappeared, Jade collapsed on the bed, the tears accumulated in her eyes gone by now.

In those charming, almond-shaped eyes, only resentment and hatred remained.

...

Upon leaving Jade’s hospital room, Tristan Lockwood immediately called Claire Hale.

Two hours had passed since her flight landed in Riverbend, and there was only one hour left until Valentine’s Day ended.

In other words, he had already let her down.

When Tristan Lockwood dialed out, he wasn’t holding much hope that Claire Hale would answer.

He had even already worked out a few other plans in his mind to find her.

Surprisingly, she picked up in less than three seconds.

Claire Hale kept silent, not speaking, and Tristan Lockwood heard her breathing, his heart inexplicably tightened.

He spoke, "Sorry, something came up suddenly..."

"Is the something that came up accompanying Jade Sutton?"

Claire Hale interrupted him.

Her tone was very calm, without any ripples, nor the confrontational momentum she used to have when confronting him in the past.

So calm, as if she didn’t care at all.

Tristan Lockwood paused, asked, "Have you gone home?"

"No." Claire Hale said quietly, "I’m too tired tonight, resting at a hotel near the airport."

"Send me the address."

Claire Hale was silent for a moment, then when she spoke again, there was an unhidden fatigue in her voice: "Tristan Lockwood, why bother?"

But Tristan Lockwood was insistent: "I said I would spend Valentine’s Day with you."

"But you’ve already broken that promise."

"Valentine’s Day isn’t over yet." Tristan Lockwood looked at the time again, "There’s still time."

"It’s too late."

Claire Hale hung up the phone.

Her expectation had vanished the moment she got off the plane, searched through the whole crowd nearby, and couldn’t see him.

When a person especially wants to fulfill a wish at a certain moment, if it isn’t satisfied, then the wish is likely to become a regret.

Just like a child passing by a shop window, wanting the toy inside, only to be refused by their parents. Even if they grow up later and can buy a hundred identical toys, the feeling of wanting it at that moment will never come back.

When Tristan Lockwood heard the busy signal, he immediately contacted Nathan Quinn, asking him to send Tina Hayes’ phone number.

Nathan Quinn asked him: "Why do you want to contact Tina Hayes so often lately?"

"Hurry up."

Tristan Lockwood’s voice went cold, and Nathan Quinn dared not joke, sending it over immediately.

As soon as Tina Hayes answered, even before she could speak, Tristan Lockwood directly asked: "Which hotel is Claire Hale at?"

Tina Hayes didn’t recognize his voice: "What hotel? Who are you?"

"Tristan Lockwood."

She was taken aback, then immediately retorted fiercely: "You have the nerve to ask where President Hale is living, where else could she be except back at your house full of green hats!"

"She told me she was in a hotel near the airport."

"She told you that?" Tina Hayes asked, "Then President Hale just doesn’t want to see you. On a good Valentine’s Day, someone doesn’t accompany their wife but strolls hand in hand with a mistress on the street. If it were me, I’d throw that gift in the trash too!"

"I’ll ask one last time, where is Claire Hale?" his voice was icy, with no patience, "Your parents run a small business in Riverbend, and if you dawdle, they won’t even be able to run that small business."

"..."

Tina Hayes cursed a million times in her heart at the shameless capitalist, yet her mouth quickly softened, obediently saying: "When I just parted with her, she was still working overtime at the office."

Tristan Lockwood hung up the call and sped towards Claire Hale’s office.

Fortunately, it was high-speed all the way, allowing the car to run fast. Even so, Tristan Lockwood was almost speeding throughout.

When twenty minutes to midnight were left, Tristan Lockwood arrived at the office building where Claire Hale worked.

He looked up, and a light was on in one room on the floor where the office was located.

Tristan Lockwood instantly recognized that it was Claire Hale’s office.

He started to walk inside, but when he passed by a nearby trash can, he suddenly hesitated.