Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 119: Anything Is Possible?

The elevator was only the two of them, unobstructed all the way, and arrived at her floor.

With a ding, Claire came to her senses and pushed Tristan away.

He seemed to have anticipated her move, easily grasping her hand that was pushing him. Letting her go, he said with much interest, "You begged me last night, I’m making it up to you today."

Claire’s face felt hot as she stubbornly said, "I was drunk, not stupid. Tristan, even storytelling needs moderation."

"You don’t believe me?"

"I don’t believe you."

She pretended to be calm, but the moment the fingerprint unlocked the door, Tristan hooked her slender waist, pulling her inside and pressing her against the entrance.

"Then let me recreate the scene of the incident for you."

Supporting her thighs, he lifted her up like a child, pressing her against the door and said, "You begged me just like this last night."

To maintain balance, Claire had to hold tightly onto Tristan, some parts pressing closely against him.

She bit her lip.

Tristan leaned in closer, and Claire instinctively avoided his kiss.

Instead of being angry, he chuckled lightly, "You reeked of alcohol and wanted to kiss me, and that’s how I dodged you."

"Enough."

"Not enough."

Tristan hugged her again, carried her to the sofa in the living room, and after putting her down, pressed himself against her, "You were too drunk yesterday, what needs to be done wasn’t finished, let’s continue today."

He spoke like this, and his actions had already reached that point.

Claire’s eyelids flickered, her body recoiling slightly to avoid him.

Tristan paused.

Claire calmed her accelerated heartbeat, composed herself, and rationally said, "I don’t want this."

Tristan lowered his gaze, his deep eyes meeting hers. After a moment, he moved away from her, draping clothes over her, "Alright, we won’t."

She froze for a second, unexpectedly glancing at him, surprised at his sudden compliance.

Seeing her puzzlement, Tristan raised an eyebrow, speaking lightly, "If I truly wanted to force you, last night would have been the perfect opportunity, no need to wait till now."

Upon mentioning last night, Claire once again expressed, face-to-face, "About last night, thank you."

Tristan responded nonchalantly with a hum.

Thinking of what the assistant said in the morning, she hesitated but couldn’t help asking, "I heard from your assistant, last night you delayed business matters because of me."

"It’s not a big deal."

Tristan glanced at her, a faint smile in his eyes, but his face remained calm:

"Negotiations can resume even if broken, but I couldn’t just stand by while Dean Dawson made things difficult for you."

His words were meant to make her feel indebted and somewhat guilty.

In fact, Claire did indeed feel quite sorry.

She pondered for a moment, "I owe you a favor. If you need help in the future, feel free to ask."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, "Anything?"

Seeing the teasing in his eyes, Claire hurriedly added, "Except for that kind of thing."

He seemed a bit uninterested, but having her promise meant it was worthwhile. After all, with time, he would truly consider how she could repay this favor.

Having cleared the matters from the previous night and expressed sincere apologies, when she looked at Tristan again, her eyes clearly said "you should leave now."

Tristan noticed and said with a smirk, "You’re quite adept at burning bridges; vomiting all over me, clinging to me, and today you’re eager to see me gone."

When he mentioned yesterday’s events, she felt guilty.

Yet reason also told her that lingering like this with him wasn’t right either.

So she said, "Aren’t you dating Miss Adler? Staying here too long might lead to misunderstandings with her, which wouldn’t be good."

Bringing up Zoey was, in fact, a reminder to him to avoid any suspicion.

Tristan, hearing this, didn’t linger any longer but before leaving, he couldn’t help but advise, "Don’t drink alone outside again, I won’t always be around."

She curved her lips, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

In truth, it’s not what she desired.

It was just that she had nowhere to turn, and when it came to work, she had to give it a go, to try, to find her place.

Tristan noticed her determination and didn’t offer further advice, understanding it wouldn’t help.

After all, she’s always been someone who wouldn’t turn back until hitting a wall.

Without saying anything more, he opened the door and left.

When Tristan reached downstairs, from a distance he saw Zoey standing beside his car, looking at him with a complicated expression.

As soon as he approached, she spoke, "You’ve been coming to this community frequently, all just to see her."

Tristan frowned, "You’ve been following me."

Zoey neither affirmed nor denied.

"The news of our engagement has spread all over Riverbend; shouldn’t I care?"

Tristan’s face turned cold instantly, "You got drunk and called Grandpa to have me pick you up and then had people spread the news of our engagement. You think I don’t know it’s your doing?"

Zoey smiled slightly, "But you didn’t object."

"You know why." Tristan glanced at her indifferently and said bluntly, "Our collaboration is just for our families, not based on feelings or a future. You’d better understand this, otherwise, don’t blame me for not warning you."

"Do you and she have feelings or a future?"

Zoey laughed sarcastically.

"If you were serious about her, would you be entangled with her while there are rumors between us? In the end, aren’t you just selfish and seeking her out for that reason?"

Seeing his icy expression, she continued, "You came down so quickly - didn’t succeed, it seems Miss Hale kept her wits about her and wasn’t swayed by your feigned tenderness."

"Finished talking?"

Tristan stared at her expressionlessly, devoid of any emotion.

"Saying all this, isn’t it just to make me focus on you?"

Zoey’s expression changed, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her eyes after being seen through.

Tristan said, "It’s not only the Adler Family developing large model technology. Your family hurries to collaborate with the Lockwood Family also because of financial constraints and eyeing Lockwood money, right?"

He opened the driver’s door, glancing briefly at her before getting in the car.

"To be honest, the Lockwood Family never leaves itself only one option. If you still care about your family, don’t pry into my privacy anymore."

With that, Tristan got in the car and drove away.

Zoey stood frozen, unwillingly staring at the building from which Tristan had just exited.