Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 98: I Have a Wife, Why Should I Spend Valentine’s Day with Another Woman?

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: I Have a Wife, Why Should I Spend Valentine’s Day with Another Woman?

Tristan Lockwood looked at her steadily. "Stop what?"

She lowered her eyes, emotions complex within them.

Tristan Lockwood just gazed at her seriously, and in his dark pupils, it seemed as though moonlight had slipped in through the window.

Claire Hale moved her lips and spoke softly in the quiet air, "Stop your tiny bit of affection for me."

As she uttered those words, Claire Hale distinctly heard her heart pounding fiercely.

The dreams she once yearned for, after being completely torn to shreds, ironically still had a few lingering fragments that became a reality.

But ultimately, it’s too late.

"What if I refuse?"

His clear voice sounded above her head, yet it seemed to come from a dreamlike distance.

Claire Hale withdrew from his embrace, calmly and self-possessed, saying, "If you refuse, then you refuse; it doesn’t change the predetermined future. And your tiny bit of affection won’t last long; you’ll tire of me in a few days."

In fact, there were many moments in the past where Claire Hale had felt similar feelings.

She felt Tristan Lockwood’s fondness for her and then approached unabashedly, only to be ruthlessly pushed away by him, again and again, creating the dynamic they had today.

Tristan Lockwood raised his eyebrows slightly, and as he glanced at her, an almost imperceptible sadness lingered in his cool eyes.

"I will come to the airport to pick you up the day after tomorrow."

He eventually said.

Having come to Claire Hale’s room, Tristan Lockwood seemed in no hurry to leave. He noticed her still damp hair, fetched the hotel’s hairdryer from the cabinet and beckoned her over, "Come here."

Claire Hale pursed her lips and walked over to him.

His long fingers threaded through her hair, the warm wind howling above her head, and Claire Hale felt her ears and cheeks burning.

When she looked up, she met his lowered gaze. Seeing her in a daze, he asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Claire Hale spoke frankly, "This is the first time you’ve dried my hair."

Tristan Lockwood ruffled her hair, "This little thing, as long as you want, I can do it as many times as you like."

She said nothing more.

Wanting is one thing; whether it’s possible is another.

At least, the chances for her and Tristan Lockwood in the future seem very slim.

And she was quite aware of the sudden warmth he showed her.

When a man is suddenly particularly nice to a woman, either he’s truly moved, or he feels guilty.

Evidently, Tristan Lockwood was the latter, with the former weighing very little in his heart.

When they went to bed, Tristan Lockwood held her and lingered for a while, not going all the way but making her feel more comfortable. As Claire Hale leaned against his chest, it suddenly struck her that the day after tomorrow was Valentine’s Day.

...

Clarence Finch rarely saw Tristan Lockwood repeatedly looking at his phone within a single day.

By clock-out time, the man who was usually so unhurried, immediately took off his white coat, donned a well-fitted bespoke suit, and briskly entered the elevator.

Clarence followed him in, gossiping, "What wind blew today, that you look all spruced up to work? Don’t tell me another beauty has blown away our Dr. Lockwood’s heart?"

Tristan Lockwood glanced at him, a half-smile on his face, and said, "It’s, in any case, a wind unrelated to you."

"Isn’t it Valentine’s Day? I’m single, aren’t you about to be officially single too?"

Clarence retorted unhappily.

Seeing Tristan Lockwood adjust his tie again in the elevator mirror, he disdainfully asked, "Are you going to celebrate Valentine’s Day? With whom, Jade Sutton?"

The hand grasping the tie paused slightly. Tristan Lockwood gave him a calm glance and said, "I have a wife. Why would I find another woman to celebrate Valentine’s Day?"

Clarence: "Now you remember you have a wife—where was this thought earlier?"

Tristan Lockwood ignored him and strode out of the elevator. As he reached the hospital entrance, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Jade Sutton, wrapped in a pure white cotton coat, stood in the cold wind, her gaze unwavering as she looked at him.

"Long time no see, Tristan."

The corners of her eyes, slightly upturned, formed a delicate smile.

Tristan Lockwood frowned slightly.

Jade Sutton acted as if she didn’t notice and continued, "I have something to say to you."

"Don’t you have my contact information?"

He looked at her indifferently, his eyes extremely distant and cold.

Tristan Lockwood thought for a moment and added, "You’ve divorced Sean Lockwood; he told me. Since you’re no longer his wife, between you two, it’s just bridges are bridges, roads are roads. He won’t trouble you anymore."

His words had a very clear implication.

Since Sean Lockwood won’t trouble her anymore, she should keep her distance from him on her own accord.

Jade Sutton paused, and tears welled up in her clear eyes, ready to fall. "I thought the bond between us would at least allow me to come see you."

Tristan Lockwood swept his gaze over her. Although she was beautiful, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of annoyance in his heart.

But after all, Jade Sutton had helped him once, and he couldn’t repay kindness with enmity, no matter what.

He said emotionlessly, "The kindness I showed you before was because of the many letters you wrote to me back then. When you needed company, I believe I did my utmost, often at the expense of neglecting Claire Hale to be with you."

Tristan Lockwood’s originally indifferent gaze became sharp when he mentioned Claire Hale.

He looked directly at Jade Sutton and said in a nuanced tone, "Actually, there’s something I also find strange. You always claim you were close with Claire Hale as a child, but why does she have no past affection for you? To me, she isn’t someone who can’t tell right from wrong."

"Shouldn’t you ask Claire about this? Despite helping her, I was betrayed by her in return. Who do I express my grievances to?"

Jade Sutton’s face turned pale, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Indeed, she was very beautiful, and many passersby couldn’t help but stop for a look, giving her sympathetic glances.

"After Sean Lockwood took me away, he kept me confined in a room, not allowing me to take a single step out. Now, divorced, he has frozen all my bank cards. I have no family here in this country and no one to rely on. And now even you reject me!"

Jade Sutton’s tears flowed even more fiercely.

Tristan Lockwood was quite bothered by the feeling of being scrutinized in public and gave Jade Sutton a glance, then looked at his phone for the time.

There were only thirty minutes until Claire Hale’s flight would arrive.

He said nothing more, didn’t even look at Jade Sutton again, and walked briskly towards his car, his coat fluttering.

As the car slowly exited the hospital parking lot, he glanced again in the direction where Jade Sutton had been standing earlier, but she was gone.

However, he hadn’t driven far when he noticed a group of people gathered in the middle of the street ahead.

Tristan Lockwood frowned slightly, his hands moving on the steering wheel, about to turn and take another route, when he heard someone shout, "Someone’s been hit by a car!"

He turned the steering wheel, hit the brakes, parked the car on the roadside, and quickly walked over, parting the crowd. He came to a halt when he saw the person lying in a pool of blood.