Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 112: You and Your Uncle Seem Quite Concerned About Miss Hale

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: You and Your Uncle Seem Quite Concerned About Miss Hale
The aftermath of the divorce hit Tristan Lockwood harder than he had imagined.
He hadn’t expected to be so unaccustomed to being apart from her.
Thinking back, after knowing each other for over ten years, it’s natural to have some feelings.
It’s just that the feelings weren’t that deep.
He towards her, she towards him, maybe it’s all the same.
"Don’t be angry."
Tristan Lockwood squatted down, raised his eyes, and patiently explained:
"Luna Quinn’s temper is really not easy to deal with. Me asking you to stay away from her isn’t just because of Sean Lockwood; being close to Jenson Jennings is also a trigger for her."
He held her hand again, his fingers gently rubbing her palm with a comforting meaning.
Claire Hale paused, trying to withdraw her hand, but he held onto it.
His attitude was not exactly forceful; if she really wanted to, she could shake it off.
She curled her fingers slightly but didn’t move.
Tristan Lockwood continued, "There was once a girl who pursued Jenson Jennings; when Luna found out, she made the girl quite miserable—not only did she end up diagnosed with depression, but she almost committed suicide. I just don’t want you to suffer like that."
His attitude was indeed sincere as he said these words.
In his cold eyes, some concern was evident.
Even when cold, a man like him still had enough charm, not to mention times like this when he sincerely showed tenderness and care.
No woman could resist.
Claire Hale briefly lost herself but quickly snapped out of it, pulled her hand from his grasp swiftly, and stood up to distance herself.
She looked at him, her expression once again remote, and said, "Thank you for bringing me water and applying the medicine. I’ll take care of myself in the future."
Her words clearly marked a boundary.
Tristan Lockwood said nothing; he only watched her red lips move as she spoke those heartless words, feeling an urge to kiss, crush, and ravage.
Like before.
But ultimately, he did nothing.
He only watched her turn to leave, her lean back standing straight.
As Claire Hale reached the room door, she ran into Sean Lockwood in the hallway.
He was holding a tube of ointment.
Sean Lockwood’s eyes roamed over her body for a few seconds, and then fell upon her forearm.
He said in a flat voice, "Looks like Tristan got there first and already applied medicine for you."
Yet Sean Lockwood still handed her the ointment he had: "Keep it."
Claire Hale paused, taking the ointment, and said, "I remember there’s no pharmacy near the hotel."
"There’s one down the mountain," Sean Lockwood replied.
This hot spring hotel was in the mountains, and driving to the city at the mountain’s base took over an hour back and forth.
Sean Lockwood’s time had always been the most precious, yet he tossed and turned just to buy this ointment.
Claire Hale was slightly surprised, then looked at him with some caution.
"Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned."
Sean Lockwood noticed her wariness and raised an amused eyebrow.
"Using you as an excuse to break up with Luna Quinn, you don’t ask for money or anything else, so I ought to show some gratitude."
Hearing this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him.
Sean Lockwood nodded slightly, said gently to rest early, and left.
The next day, when leaving the hotel, Claire Hale again encountered Sean Lockwood and Luna Quinn at the door.
Sean Lockwood was gentlemanly opening the passenger car door for Luna Quinn, protecting her head, helping her in.
But in his eyes, there was polite detachment, completely unlike his initial interaction with Luna Quinn, which was full of interest.
Luna Quinn naturally realized the stark change in Sean Lockwood’s attitude towards her. She hadn’t expected such a trivial matter to cause him to change his attitude towards her so dramatically.
This realization only increased her dislike for Claire Hale.
Seated inside, Luna Quinn caught sight of Claire Hale standing at a distance, frowning and staring at her provocatively.
The animosity was evident; Claire Hale sensed it, withdrew her gaze, stood still, waiting for Tina Hayes to drive over.
The slow, steady footsteps approached from afar.
Stopping next to her.
"Does your hand feel better?"
Sean Lockwood’s calm voice rang out.
Claire Hale turned her head, showing little emotion, simply thanked President Lockwood for his concern, then looking at his Range Rover, said, "Don’t keep Miss Quinn waiting too long."
"Alright." Sean Lockwood looked at her, thought for a moment, and said, "If Luna Quinn causes you trouble, you can come to me."
Claire Hale stared at him for two seconds, seemingly wanting to say something but held back.
Sean Lockwood asked, "What do you want to say?"
"If President Lockwood truly doesn’t want Luna to trouble me, you shouldn’t have deliberately gotten close to me yesterday."
"What if I said yesterday wasn’t deliberate?"
She was stunned.
"There’s a straightforward fact," Sean Lockwood said mildly, "You’re the granddaughter my father and Auntie Heather adopted; nominally, you’re my niece. As an uncle, is it wrong for me to protect you?"
He said it in an incredibly dignified manner.
So naturally that it sounded as if everything she said earlier was unreasonable.
Claire Hale opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but a piercing horn suddenly sounded.
She glanced towards the sound, seeing a Mercedes parked behind Sean Lockwood’s Range Rover.
The driver’s door of the Mercedes opened, and Tristan Lockwood got out, walking over to her and Sean Lockwood.
He stopped in front of them, his gaze briefly sweeping across Claire Hale before landing on Sean Lockwood, saying flatly, "Uncle, move the car."
Sean Lockwood agreed, and before leaving, still looked back at Claire Hale, saying, "What I said earlier wasn’t a joke."
After speaking, he stepped towards the car.
The Range Rover drove away, leaving a foul gray exhaust in the air.
Tristan Lockwood still stood in front of Claire Hale, asking her, "What were you talking about with Sean Lockwood?"
Claire Hale tightly clenched her fists, her gaze moving away from his face, coldly saying, "It’s none of your business."
Tina Hayes’ BYD slowly drove to her, and Claire Hale stepped forward to get in the car.
Tristan Lockwood’s gaze darkened slightly, his eyes falling on her hand holding the bag, thinking of the injury on her hand, instinctively wanting to help carry it.
Claire Hale subtly tilted her body, avoiding his assistance.
In an instant, Tristan Lockwood’s demeanor turned cold.
He blocked her way, stubbornly preventing her from moving forward.
"Do you really have to pretend like we’re strangers?" he questioned.
People were coming and going at the entrance, even Tina Hayes and Joy Sharp in the car cast caring looks her way.
Claire Hale really didn’t want to have too much argument with Tristan Lockwood in such a place.
She coldly said, "You shouldn’t keep Miss Adler waiting."
Tristan Lockwood acted as if he didn’t hear, stubbornly trying to take the bag from her hand.
Claire Hale instinctively avoided, but suddenly the wound hurt, and she loosened her grip, letting the bag drop to the ground.
The ointment Sean Lockwood gave her last night rolled out.
Tristan Lockwood bent to pick up her bag, paused as he collected the ointment, and silently placed it back in her bag.
Then he walked to Tina Hayes’ car and put her bag inside.
When he returned to Claire Hale, Tristan Lockwood said softly, "The effectiveness of the ointment in your bag is mediocre; if you feel uncomfortable after getting home, come find me."
Claire Hale didn’t reply and got straight into the car.
Tristan Lockwood stood still, watching the BYD gradually disappear before turning back to his own car.
"You and your uncle really both care about Miss Hale, huh?"
Zoey Adler, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly remarked.