Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 82: Like a Little Sun

In the second year of middle school, Sean Lockwood left the old house.

He drove back home and heard the sound of something breaking from the room on the second floor.

Sean moved unhurriedly upstairs and unlocked the door from the outside, then turned the handle and walked in.

In just an instant, an ashtray was hurled at him with great force.

Sean didn’t dodge.

The ashtray hit his chest, fell to the ground, and made a crisp sound. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Glass shards scattered all over the floor.

Sean calmly lifted his eyelids and looked inside the room.

Jade Sutton, with disheveled hair, sat by the bed, her expression filled with aggression, starkly different from the image he brought back from Tristan Lockwood’s side not long ago.

She no longer wore pure white dresses.

The red slip dress hugged her body well, her arms slender, skin icy white, and her exposed shoulders were also beautiful.

Her hair, long, straight, and seemingly smooth and mild, had turned into chestnut-brown waves, making her look extraordinarily glamorous.

Sean walked up to her, lifted her chin with one hand, and said with a raised eyebrow, "This outfit suits you better."

A flash of hatred passed in Jade’s eyes, "I’m not her."

"Whether you’re her or not, that’s not up to you to decide," Sean said, pressing closer to her and pinning her down, "You’ve been with Tristan for so long, and he hasn’t touched you, has he? Despite your strong desires, you don’t want it?"

Jade sneered, "He’s different from you."

"What’s the difference?"

Sean’s actions were very rough, with no regard for her feelings.

The more she struggled, the more aggressive he became.

Yet his deep-set face remained as indifferent and calm as ever.

He said, "Men are all the same when it comes to this matter. The reason he doesn’t touch you is simply because he doesn’t want to. Don’t honestly think he’s some gentleman. Didn’t you hear him and Claire Hale live last night? You must be clear about his feelings for Claire. After all the schemes you’ve used to try and separate them, you might as well give up on those little tricks."

Jade lay on the bed, clutching the sheets tightly, her lips bleeding slightly from being bitten.

Sean continued, "One good news, one bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

"I don’t want to hear either."

"The good news is that I’ll be divorcing you soon. You’re free." Sean forcefully pinched her chin, making her look at him, "But before that, you still have to be at my mercy."

"Sean, you’re just a beast!"

Her eyes were red, her whole body trembling.

Sean nodded and bullied her even more forcefully, saying, "You knew I was a beast when you pretended to be her to seduce me, didn’t you?"

As if recalling something, the corners of his lips faintly curled up, "Back then, you were much more eager than now. Even the poses were all high difficulty. I actually preferred the you who was wild and provocative back then."

Jade swung her hand wildly, trying to slap him, but Sean easily blocked it.

With blood at the corner of her mouth, Jade laughed sarcastically, "You, of all people, deserve never to find happiness, deserve her leaving you even in death!"

Sean’s emotionless eyes finally showed some fluctuation.

His dark pupils deepened as they looked at Jade’s face.

It wasn’t until she was exhausted and covered in sweat that he finally withdrew, still maintaining a calm demeanor, "I forgot to tell you the bad news. The Lockwood family will soon officially announce the relationship between Tristan and Claire. Tristan did not oppose it; he gladly accepted it."

Jade’s face, so weary it seemed close to collapse, stiffened at first, then gradually filled with hatred and unwillingness, before she buried her head in the sheets and laughed wildly.

Sean put on his suit pants and shirt, fastening each gold-threaded button slowly and methodically.

At the doorway, he turned his head to glance again at the woman on the bed.

She lay there motionless, as if dead.

Without any expression, Sean withdrew his gaze, stepped out, and locked the door again from the outside.

Inside the room.

After a long time, Jade finally pushed herself up and, with difficulty, made a phone call.

"The news of Tristan Lockwood and Claire Hale’s marriage is about to be announced. Check for me what date they’re picking."

...

The venue for Elder Lockwood’s birthday was chosen at another estate.

This estate was several times larger than the couple’s current house, complete with gardens, courtyards, ponds, and lawns—a very picturesque place.

As soon as Claire entered the estate, she sensed that Tristan Lockwood was not quite right.

Although he naturally had a cold aura, for those unfamiliar with him, he consistently maintained a distant demeanor. But having been with him for many years, she could usually feel it when his mood changed.

Like now, as he silently observed every grass and tree in the estate, Claire could clearly feel Tristan’s extreme aversion to this place.

She asked, "Have you been here before?"

Upon the words falling, Tristan’s handsome face suddenly turned cold.

Claire thought for a moment and said, "Did you live here when you were young?"

His gaze, suddenly sharp as a blade, shot towards her.

He was silent at first, then lifted the corners of his lips without much humor, saying, "You always like using your cleverness where it shouldn’t be used."

By saying this, he had indeed admitted it.

Claire, rarely, did not rebut his sarcasm, her cool eyes filled with complex emotions.

The young Tristan was a gentle, brave boy, able to boldly express his feelings.

The Tristan who gave her hope spent his childhood in this estate.

Involuntarily, Claire couldn’t help but take a closer look at every flower and plant here.

It seemed like if she looked more closely, she could feel the time Tristan spent here in the past.

Noticing the curiosity in her eyes, Tristan frowned and asked, "Do you like it here?"

"It’s beautiful here."

Claire didn’t deny it.

Seeing his face slightly darken, she could roughly guess why he was angry, so she said, "I didn’t know about this place before, which means this is where you used to live with your mom and dad?"

Tristan glanced at her faintly, "You’re quite straightforward in discussing what I don’t want to mention and reopening my wounds."

His tone did indeed relax a bit.

Whether it was due to the faint fragrance of winter plum, Tristan’s sudden softening attitude, or simply the beautiful scenery here, it was hard to say.

Claire curved her lips, her smile slowly blooming in the warm winter sun, and said, "Sometimes facing pain head-on can actually reduce it, while continuous avoidance might make it fester. I just think you should be the former."

His eyes wavered slightly, lowering them as they caught sight of her lips moving.

Around them, plum blossoms bloomed, their pale pink petals so similar to the color of her lips.

The warm sunlight slanted onto her, outlining her slender form with a golden glow.

Like a little sun.

Tristan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Claire was engrossed, enjoying the scenery, not noticing his halt.

It was just that, soon enough, her arm was gently tugged back by a not too strong force.

Next, Tristan wrapped his arm around her waist, and in the warm winter sunlight, softly kissed her.