Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 133: Don’t Touch Me

Jenson couldn’t help but feel a bit angry: "You’ve known Claire since you were kids. Even if you’ve divorced, it doesn’t mean all those feelings are gone. Making her your secret lover is really too much of a bullying move."

Tristan Lockwood replied indifferently, "She has no objection."

"Is it really that she has none, or is it you who won’t allow her to have any?"

Jenson asked pointedly.

Tristan maintained his composure, "You didn’t just meet her today. Someone like her, as long as there’s profit to be gained, there’s nothing she wouldn’t do."

He paused and added, "Besides, recently, I’ve been thinking about separating from her."

"You..."

Jenson was about to speak when the door of the private room was pushed open from outside.

Claire stood at the entrance, looking at the two men with a complicated expression.

Tristan couldn’t avoid frowning slightly.

Jenson hadn’t expected her to be there. When he saw the restrained bitterness in her eyes, he realized she had heard every word of what had just been said.

"We’re leaving."

Tristan bid farewell to Jenson.

Immediately, he walked up to Claire, took her hand, and led her back to the car.

After closing the car door and starting the engine, Tristan’s peripheral vision caught Claire’s slightly red-rimmed eyes, and he said, "You heard everything just now."

Claire lowered her eyes, "Yeah."

"As for us remarrying, I’ve mentioned to you before, you should be quite clear in your heart it’s impossible," Tristan said, "The position of Mrs. Lockwood, you can never have again in this lifetime."

"As for what was said later,"

He paused.

"I did have some affection for you, but recently, it’s not as deep."

He was speaking the truth.

But the truth was also extremely cruel.

Claire couldn’t hold back and immediately burst into tears.

She quickly wiped her face and said softly with lowered eyes, "Don’t worry, I promised you, once you’re tired of me, I’ll definitely leave right away, and won’t cling to you."

Tristan looked at her tear-stained, pale profile, feeling somewhat irritated inside.

He deliberately made his words harsh, wanting to see what her reaction would be; her tearful appearance was pitiful, yet Tristan found no intention to comfort her at all.

In the past, upon hearing such words, she would be completely indifferent, not bothering to say a single word.

The more Tristan thought about it, the more annoyed he felt. After dropping Claire off at home, he ended up aggressively taking it out on her once more.

They hadn’t done it in a while, and once unleashed, they were quite wild.

However, when her eyes reddened, clutching his arm, showing such a supplicant gaze, he suddenly felt a sense of monotony, coldly saying, "Don’t touch me."

Claire shuddered, retracted her hand, and grasped the bedsheets tightly.

After finishing, Tristan went to the bathroom to shower first.

Claire lay on the bed, her body aching intensely, unable to move.

In the past, after they finished, he would considerately hold her to the bathroom and personally wipe her down once.

Today being like this, completely ignoring her, was a first.

Claire buried her face in the pillow, revealing a slightly curved corner of her mouth unintentionally.

Tristan finished his shower and came out to see her leaning against the pillow, looking at him expectantly.

He avoided her gaze, saying, "Go wash up."

Claire obediently nodded, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed, but after barely taking a few trembling steps, her legs gave way, and she collapsed toward the floor.

Tristan took a long step forward and reached out to catch her.

"If you can’t walk, why didn’t you call for me?"

"I was afraid of annoying you."

She leaned against his chest, lowering her gaze to say.

He paused, not saying a word.

Tristan carried Claire into the bathtub, wiped her down, and after putting her back on the bed, dressed himself in a suit.

Claire sat up in bed and asked, "Are you not spending the night here today?"

Tristan replied coldly, "There’s a temporary surgery at the hospital."

There was a flash of obvious disappointment in her eyes, and as he was about to leave, she couldn’t help but ask, "Are you coming over tomorrow?"

"It depends."

His voice was evidently dismissive.

But before turning around, seeing her humbly watching him leave, he added, "If I have time, I will come by."

Claire’s eyes instantly curved, "Okay, I’ll wait for you."

Until hearing the sound of the main door closing, the smile in her eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only a cold expression on her face.

After that, Tristan hasn’t contacted her for a while.

Even longer than the last time.

Claire was not discouraged, consistently texting Tristan every day, asking when he’d come over.

Initially, he would reply once or twice, saying he’d visit if he had free time.

The past two days, there hasn’t even been a response.

Claire had just finished wrapping up a case. After bidding farewell to the client, she glanced at her message that had sunk like a stone in the sea, raising an eyebrow lightly.

Initially, when Tristan entangled her again, it did give her quite a headache.

However, as time went on, and she spent more time with him, she gradually figured out some of his preferences.

During those days when Claire wasn’t physically well, lacking the energy to confront him, she went along with whatever he wanted.

Initially, he was quite surprised by her compliance and slightly more enthusiastic than before, but after a few days, it became easy for him to inadvertently show that kind of disinterest and boredom towards her.

It was after that, Claire realized that perhaps consistently catering to Tristan’s thoughts might actually be a way to get rid of him.

Men, as beings, never cherish what they already have; what they want is simply the desire to conquer and the challenge it entails.

Especially someone like Tristan, with such a strong desire for control.

The facts indeed proved this to be true.

Claire looked at the messages she sent, with not a single reply, feeling increasingly satisfied.

Of course, if she were to directly sever contact with him entirely, who knows one day, he’d be whimsically coming back to her.

She needed to make him thoroughly weary of her.

Claire gave Clarence Finch a call, confirmed that Tristan would be working overtime today, then drove straight to Central Hospital.

During Tristan’s shift change, Clarence Finch walked over, mysteriously saying, "Miss Hale called me just now, asking if you were at the hospital, what’s going on with you two, are you back together?"

"No," Tristan denied, "Did you tell her I’m at the hospital?"

"What else could I do? I’m an honest person, never lie about anything."

Tristan felt a bit irritated again.

Now when he thought of her, his mind was filled with her pathetic, pleading look.

He really didn’t like her like this.

Quite uninteresting.

He took off his white coat, and as he entered the elevator, Zoey Adler happened to come in.

Since Tristan had told the Adler Family that nothing could happen between them, Zoey hadn’t approached him for a while.

After all, she didn’t lack men, and had quite a few good-looking ones around her.

Pick one at random, and she could enjoy herself.

However, Tristan’s demeanor and aura greatly appealed to her, even if they couldn’t be long-term, Zoey still desired to capture him at least once. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Now seeing him alone, she asked, "Going to see Miss Hale again?"

Tristan gave her a faint glance.