Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 71: You Still Don’t Admit Your Mistake?

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: You Still Don’t Admit Your Mistake?

His cold brows and eyes became soft without him realizing it. Just by looking from afar, Claire knew it was Jade Sutton who contacted him. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Sure enough, once the call ended, Tristan Lockwood was ready to bid farewell to Jenson Jennings.

Jenson glanced at Claire, who turned and left by herself not far away, feeling somewhat helpless, "You’re leaving Claire behind again."

Tristan Lockwood: "I have urgent matters."

"Leaving your wife to meet another woman, you’d call that urgent?"

Tristan Lockwood’s face turned a bit cold, "You always have a detached attitude towards things. Why are you so concerned about her?"

Jenson smiled faintly, "Don’t you feel sorry for her?"

Tristan Lockwood remained silent.

At this moment, Jared Jennings suddenly walked over to greet Tristan Lockwood.

"Young President Lockwood, not staying a bit longer?"

"I have matters to attend to."

Tristan Lockwood’s expression wasn’t great.

Jared Jennings nodded in understanding, exchanged a few pleasantries, and was about to leave when Tristan Lockwood casually said, "On such a great occasion for old Mr. Jennings’s birthday, why haven’t we seen Mrs. Jennings and the children?"

Jared Jennings glanced at him, his expression unchanged, and replied, "My daughter caught a cold, my wife is taking care of her at home."

"The weather has been cold lately, it’s quite easy to catch a chill."

Tristan Lockwood nodded faintly.

He looked as if he were engaging in casual conversation.

Jared Jennings: "I’ll see Young President Lockwood off."

As Jared Jennings escorted Tristan Lockwood to the entrance, they spotted a slender figure crouching by the street, looking quite pitiful.

Jared Jennings squinted his eyes, "Young President Lockwood, isn’t that your secretary?"

Tristan Lockwood looked up.

Claire had her head buried in her knees, appearing quite uncomfortable.

"Did she drink too much? She doesn’t look well."

Tristan Lockwood’s eyes grew deep.

Jared Jennings thoughtfully said, "Young President Lockwood, if you have urgent matters, go ahead, I’ll arrange for someone to take your secretary home later."

As soon as he said this, he clearly felt Tristan Lockwood’s face turn cold.

His gaze was fixed on Claire.

As if pondering something.

Jared Jennings was somewhat surprised.

He actually felt a strong sense of possession from Tristan Lockwood.

At this moment, two men in suits suddenly approached Claire and bent down to speak with her.

One of them even placed his hand directly on Claire’s waist.

Jared Jennings frowned, about to step forward.

Beside him, Tristan Lockwood had already walked over quickly, his brows furrowed fiercely.

"Miss, where do you live? I’ll take you home."

A strange man’s voice hovered above her. Claire furrowed her brow, enduring the discomfort, and said, "No need."

At the same time, someone grabbed her waist.

She stood up abruptly, instinctively smashing her bag against the man.

But due to being drugged, she wasn’t standing steadily and fell backward.

Only to fall into a broad, familiar embrace.

Tristan Lockwood supported her, giving the two men a cold glance.

The two men instantly panicked.

They didn’t know Claire, but Tristan Lockwood’s face — that they knew all too well.

Who would’ve thought this woman would belong to Tristan Lockwood?

"Go back and tell your boss, starting today, the Lockwood Group will terminate all project collaborations with Seawell Corp."

Jared Jennings, having just walked over, heard this and was equally shocked.

He knew these two men too; they were both high-level officials at Seawell. Seawell’s AI technology in Riverbend has been leading for the past two years. Yet Tristan Lockwood, for a woman, would give up this lucrative deal without batting an eye.

Apparently, this Claire really knows how to ensnare men.

"Young President Lockwood, you misunderstood. We saw the lady was uncomfortable and wanted to help!"

One of the men pleaded with Tristan Lockwood, his expression flustered.

The other looked to Jared Jennings for help, saying, "President Jennings, we truly just wanted to help. It’s really unfair to be misunderstood for good intentions."

After a brief thought, Jared Jennings looked at Tristan Lockwood, "Today is my father’s birthday; standing at the entrance like this indeed doesn’t look good. Plus, President Warren from Seawell wouldn’t have a reason to trouble a secretary. Could Young President Lockwood let this go for my sake?"

"Let it go?"

Tristan Lockwood’s eyes fell deeply on Jared Jennings.

But the Claire in his arms seemed very uneasy, clutching his collar and pulling it down.

Her nails left red marks on his chest.

Tristan Lockwood ignored them, directly carried Claire towards the car.

Joy Sharp and Jude Jacobs had just reached the entrance, seeing Claire being carried by Tristan Lockwood into the car.

Joy Sharp was startled, hurried over to block Tristan Lockwood.

"What are you doing?!" Joy Sharp angrily shouted, "Tristan Lockwood, where are you taking our President Hale?"

Saying this, she also held onto Jude Jacobs, saying, "Jude, quickly call your boss, tell him someone wants to harm President Hale!"

Just after she said this, she felt a chilling gaze fall upon herself.

Tristan Lockwood’s face was terrifyingly cold.

Jude Jacobs stepped forward to shield Joy Sharp, said, "Young President Lockwood, Joy spoke offensively, please forgive her. But, Miss Hale is her boss, she can’t just ignore this."

Seeing Tristan Lockwood’s icy expression, Jude Jacobs felt somewhat puzzled.

He had heard Joy Sharp say before that Tristan Lockwood was already married. But because of a poor relationship with his wife, he was nurturing someone outside.

And that someone, he had seen before in a bar, and it wasn’t Claire!

Why does Tristan Lockwood seem very attentive to Claire at this moment?

Tristan Lockwood paid them no heed, placed Claire in the car, then asked, "Who among you hasn’t drunk?"

Joy Sharp: "Me."

"Drive."

Joy Sharp wanted to refuse, but Jude Jacobs directly pulled her to the driver’s seat and made her sit down.

In the car, Claire was already somewhat restless.

She seemed dazed, dizzy, clutching Tristan Lockwood’s collar and asking, "Weren’t you going to see Jade Sutton, why are you here?"

Tristan Lockwood grabbed her hand with a displeased tone, "I warned you not to provoke Jared Jennings, drinking like this at the Jennings family’s banquet, what are you thinking? If I hadn’t happened to see you at the entrance, you’d have been taken away by those two men!"

His tone was angry, and the air inside the car was chilling.

Joy Sharp was driving, and she exchanged glances with Jude Jacobs in the passenger seat.

It seems President Hale and Tristan Lockwood have quite an unusual relationship...

Claire frowned, said uncomfortably, "I only drank a sip. You’re accusing me wrongly."

Her voice was somewhat soft, even a girl like Joy Sharp felt her bones go weak listening to it.

"You still won’t admit your mistake?"

Tristan Lockwood pulled her close, pausing slightly upon smelling her faint perfume.

Soon, he pinched her chin, forcing her to slightly open her mouth.

Indeed, there was no trace of alcohol scent.

Tristan Lockwood’s expression darkened even more.

Thinking about those men from Seawell earlier, he immediately understood. These two, they were audacious enough to drug someone under his very nose.

"I wasn’t wrong." Claire stubbornly glared at him, "You’re the one at fault, bringing me to the banquet and then leaving me to find Jade Sutton! I even messaged you, and you ignored me completely."