Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 93: Of Course I’ll Do My Best to Escort My Own Wife

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Of Course I’ll Do My Best to Escort My Own Wife

Sean glanced at her lightly, "What do you want to do?"

"I was thinking, if Jade Sutton didn’t have you as her support, she’d definitely go to Tristan Lockwood for backing when she wants to do something."

Her gaze shifted to the window, her expression cold.

Sean raised his eyebrow slightly, "You still can’t let go of Tristan."

He didn’t phrase it as a question, just a statement of fact.

Claire Hale said calmly, "Whether I can let go or not, it doesn’t matter anymore. My divorce with him is inevitable. But I don’t want to see him standing in front of her defending her when I’m facing off against Jade Sutton."

"After Tristan divorces you, the old man will quickly have Auntie Heather find him a marriage alliance." Sean Lockwood casually held the steering wheel, "He won’t, nor can he have the mind to worry about anything else."

Claire’s eyes darkened a bit.

Sean noticed and chuckled, "Are you reluctant at this point?"

She didn’t answer.

But that was essentially an acknowledgment.

Actually, in the past few days, Claire Hale occasionally wondered if she hadn’t said those words to Tristan Lockwood on the night of Grandpa’s banquet, whether there might still be hope to salvage their marriage.

That day, Tristan had done his utmost to dispel those rumors for her, and she had noticed every single act.

If he didn’t have the slightest bit of care for her, then even if it was for the Lockwood Family, he wouldn’t have been able to hold her gently in his arms, accompanying her with such patience.

However, it was precisely because she sensed his feelings that she had to push him away even more resolutely.

All these years in the Lockwood Family, Elder Lockwood and The Lockwood Matriarch had treated her with nothing but kindness, truly treating her as a granddaughter.

She had no reason not to consider their interests.

Moreover, even if she recklessly stayed by Tristan’s side, how long they could last was still unknown.

...

Sean chose a western restaurant, booked a private room, and after sitting down, ordered a bottle of red wine.

Claire: "President Lockwood enjoys drinking red wine."

Sean didn’t deny it, smiling faintly, and said, "I quite like the color of red wine."

Bright red, vivid.

An expression of nostalgia seemed to rise in his eyes as Claire asked directly, "Is it because red wine reminds President Lockwood of someone? Perhaps Jade Sutton?"

"Her?" Sean smirked slightly, "She’s not worthy."

After speaking, he shifted the topic, asking her, "You have quite the hostility towards Jade Sutton. What exactly did she do to make you dislike her so much?"

Claire Hale: "She’s married to you, yet she clings to Tristan all the time. How can I not dislike her?"

Sean shook his head, "You’re lying."

Claire sipped her wine lightly.

Sean: "Someone like you would never get involved in jealous disputes over a man. So, Jade Sutton must have offended you in some other way. She always claims to be your childhood friend, but I suppose that’s not how you see it."

Claire didn’t deny it.

But her heart inevitably compared.

Even Sean, someone not particularly familiar with her, could easily see through her feelings, while someone like Tristan, who had known her for so many years, always stood by Jade’s side.

Tristan Lockwood isn’t a fool. If he acts this way, it proves that this is the choice he actively made.

And his choice was never her.

The meal with Sean was unexpectedly harmonious for Claire.

Setting aside some past unpleasantness, they actually had quite a bit they could chat about.

Neither she nor Sean had particularly rosy backgrounds, but Sean lived more impressively than most, even trusted heavily by Elder Lockwood.

People always seek similarities in others to gain a sense of belonging.

Claire felt that way with Sean as well.

After the meal, Sean and Claire left the restaurant one after the other.

There was a step at the restaurant entrance, and having drunk the red wine, Claire was slightly tipsy and didn’t pay much attention. Her high heel twisted, and she stumbled forward.

Sean heard the commotion and turned around in an instant, reaching out to support her waist.

Once Claire steadied herself, she stepped back, lowering her eyes to say, "Thank you."

Sean raised an eyebrow, withdrew his hand, "No need."

However, his gaze swept over the slender waist he had just held.

Her waist was not just slender but soft, evoking a desire to crush it utterly.

Out of the corner of her eye, Claire noticed Sean’s eyes suddenly becoming deep.

She avoided his gaze, and as she turned her head, she saw Tristan Lockwood staring straight at her from not far away.

Standing next to him was Clarence Finch, who probably thought there was something between her and Sean, looking rather awkward.

Claire looked away emotionlessly, about to bid farewell to Sean, but Tristan was already walking towards them.

He stopped in front of Sean, called out calmly, "Uncle."

Sean nodded, glanced at Claire beside him, and said, "Since we bumped into each other, you should take your wife home."

Then, he added meaningfully, "After all, it’s an opportunity you’ll have less and less of."

Claire’s mood was inevitably complicated at his words.

In the past, Tristan was not one to send her home frequently either; the times he picked her up from work could be counted on one hand.

She shook her head, "No..."

"Of course," Tristan interrupted, giving her a subtle look, "Uncle, rest assured, sending my own wife home, I will naturally do my utmost."

Clarence Finch, standing by, seemed wide-eyed and dumbfounded as he asked Claire, "What does he mean by ’the less the opportunity, the better’?"

Claire: "As it says, once he’s back from his trip, we’ll divorce as quickly as possible."

"Really?" Clarence widened his eyes, suddenly laughed, jokingly saying, "So can I pursue you, Miss Hale?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Claire didn’t respond, but Tristan shot him an unfriendly glance.

Clarence shut his mouth, muttering quietly, "Now that you regret it, what’s the use?"

"Dr. Finch, what did you say?"

Claire didn’t catch what he said.

"He said he has something to do and needs to leave first."

Tristan walked over, answering for Clarence, then gave him a look, signaling he should leave.

Clarence, speechless, left smoothly.

Now, only Claire and Tristan were left.

"I can take a cab back myself." Claire took a step forward.

Tristan followed her pace unhurriedly, saying gently, "We’re all going home, why go to the trouble?"

Mention of home prompted Claire to remember something, saying, "Strictly speaking, since we’re about to divorce, the house can only be considered my home, not yours."

"It is your home."

Tristan said calmly for once.

"But didn’t you say before that the rent is a million a month? Should I pay the rent now, as a quarter in advance or yearly leased?"