Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 72: Behave Yourself

She spoke while reaching out to scratch him.

Her small hands were like cat claws, showing no mercy at all.

Tristan Lockwood held her with one hand and glanced at his phone.

Sure enough, he saw a message from her on WeChat.

She said she wasn’t feeling right and asked him to take her home after the party.

Tristan Lockwood’s expression finally eased a little.

Then he calmly instructed Joy Sharp, "Park in the front."

Joy responded promptly, "Alright."

She glanced around at the elegant, high-end villas, then at the rearview mirror where Claire Hale was lying in Tristan Lockwood’s embrace.

She was almost dumbstruck.

After parking, Tristan didn’t hesitate and carried Claire Hale out of the car straight into the villa.

In the car.

Joy was utterly astonished.

She looked at Jude Jacobs, who also appeared shocked.

"Are they in the situation I think they’re in?"

Jude asked, "What situation do you think it is?"

Joy swallowed, her expression showing deep pain, "Could it be that President Hale is being Tristan Lockwood’s sidegirl?"

Jude: "..."

"Ah, no wonder when I praised her for treating men like dirt and never suffering for love, she countered. Back then, I thought she was just being polite."

Joy covered her face, feeling very sad.

Jude smirked, pulled her hand away, and asked with a smile, "What’s wrong? Has the image of your goddess shattered, and you’re disappointed?"

"Of course not!" Joy shook her head firmly, "Anything President Hale does is good, I support her unconditionally!"

Jude raised an eyebrow, "Seems like you really like Claire Hale."

Joy nodded with a bright smile.

"More than me?"

"What?"

"I asked, between Claire Hale and me, who do you like more?"

Jude suddenly looked her in the eye, smiling playfully.

Joy’s face felt hotter, her body warming up, she turned her head and said, "President Hale is my benefactor right now, you can’t compare to her."

"Can’t compare?"

Jude suddenly leaned closer.

His cool fingers pinched the back of her neck.

"Aren’t I your favorite?"

Joy blushed and instinctively closed her eyes.

Jude stared at her chubby baby-like face, her fair skin with a slight blush.

His eyes darkened, and he created some distance between them.

Joy waited with her eyes shut for a long time, didn’t get what she wanted, opened them to see Jude leaning away against the window distantly.

In Joy’s eyes, a touch of quiet melancholy flashed.

...

Tristan Lockwood carried Claire Hale into the house, just as they reached the foyer, she grabbed his collar and pulled him down.

Lips pressed together.

Claire Hale’s body was very warm,

Just by holding her waist, he felt a staggering heat.

If he really went on like this, the harm to her body could be severe.

Tristan Lockwood frowned, carried her into the bathroom, turned on the shower to cool Claire down.

The cold water soaked into her clothes, Claire instinctively fought back, but Tristan Lockwood forced her into the bathtub.

Her insides were burning, while the outside was freezing cold. Claire Hale was so uncomfortable, she retaliated by pulling Tristan Lockwood’s arm, pulling him directly into the bathtub.

Now, they were both soaked through.

"Behave yourself."

Tristan Lockwood pinched the back of her neck, like catching a drenched puppy.

Claire Hale struggled for a while, felt less hot, tired, and then went limp, lying on him.

Only then did Tristan carry her back to the bedroom, and carefully wipe her dry from head to toe.

"Someone tried to drug you, why didn’t you have any defenses?"

Having finished, Tristan Lockwood recalled the need to lecture her.

Claire Hale, wrapped in a towel, said, "How could I defend against that? It was a Jennings Family party, who would have thought someone would have the guts to cause trouble there."

"That’s because you think too little."

Tristan Lockwood snorted coldly.

"These people are all glitter on the surface, inside they’re rotten beyond your imagination, there’re plenty of indiscreet men who ruin women wilfully."

Claire Hale didn’t respond.

What Tristan Lockwood said did have merit.

In the world of high society, it’s all glitter on the surface, rotten within, countless shadows in the dark.

Comparatively, Tristan Lockwood’s care for Jade Sutton seemed quite sentimental.

Her silence made Tristan believe it was silent resistance against him.

His tone, consequently, wasn’t very pleasant again, "You followed me to the Jennings Family party on purpose, trying to investigate Jared Jennings, right? I warn you, he’s the kind to eat you alive, stay away from him. Don’t sacrifice yourself over those self-inflicted clients."

"It’s not self-inflicted."

"If not self-inflicted, then what is it? Jared Jennings’s wife married him for his status, didn’t she regret it after? What was she doing back then?"

After he spoke, Claire Hale suddenly looked at him steadily.

Her expression solemn, she said, "Do you know the real Jared Jennings?"

Tristan Lockwood stayed silent, didn’t say a word.

This attitude, was almost acceptance.

Claire Hale felt her heart sink.

If Tristan knew what Jared Jennings was like to Renee Lynn, then that meant Jenson Jennings knew too.

Yet they all chose silent spectator roles.

"Why Renee Lynn married Jared Jennings isn’t my concern. But now Jared Jennings hit Renee Lynn, that’s illegal. And Renee Lynn is my client, I took this case, so I’ll handle it."

Her attitude was so resolute, Tristan Lockwood felt a bit bothered.

He said, "You take cases like this because you feel you’re the same as her."

Claire Hale’s face turned pale suddenly.

"Renee Lynn married Jared while pregnant, forced him to wed her. Didn’t you use similar means to make me marry you?" He sneered, "Are you feeling utterly aggrieved, empathizing with Renee Lynn?"

Claire Hale lowered her gaze, slowly forcing the bitterness back into her nose.

When she lifted her head, she said coldly, "So what if I am? I set my sights on the Lockwood family’s status, and money, that’s why I seduced you. You’ve known about this all along, haven’t you? I truly have no interest in you as a person."

Tristan Lockwood’s face sank almost instantaneously.

His pitch-black eyes were like a deep pool, turbulent beneath the surface, incalculable.

Claire Hale pressed her lips tightly, watching him warily.

Like a hedgehog, curling up into herself, retaliating recklessly.

However, the confrontation didn’t continue here.

Tristan Lockwood’s phone rang.

He glanced at the caller, then Claire Hale, before answering without hesitation.

"Jade Sutton."

The anger exuding from him seemed to vanish instantly because it was Jade Sutton.

The tone he used was gentle.

A softness never seen when speaking to Claire Hale.

Claire Hale stiffened, watching Tristan Lockwood openly call Jade Sutton right in front of her.

Even knowing it’s intentional to irk her.

Even having seen him with other women or with Jade Sutton before.

Even thinking her heart had long since gone numb.

Yet the piercing pain still burrowed into her bones.

When Tristan hung up, Claire Hale was unnaturally cold, she suddenly said, "Since you think I and Renee Lynn deserve it, then does Jade Sutton deserve it as well?"