Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 128: Don’t Move

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Don’t Move
Claire also noticed the scrutiny in Tristan Lockwood’s eyes and immediately said coldly, "Don’t try to scheme against Joy."
"What kind of scheme could I have against her."
Tristan Lockwood closed the door and approached, wanting to hug her.
Claire stepped back two paces, leaving him grasping at empty air.
Tristan Lockwood didn’t seem to mind too much, he simply said lightly, "You and Joy have quite a good relationship, I never saw you care about someone this much before. You’re not doing something unusual with her, are you?"
He suddenly thought that over the years, the men she had interacted with were indeed quite few.
Not excluding the possibility in that aspect.
Claire gave him a cold glance, "What does it have to do with you? So my good relationship with Joy makes you want to drive her away from me again?"
Tristan Lockwood paused in surprise.
He pondered for a moment and said, "It’s not impossible."
"Tristan Lockwood, you’re shameless!" Claire was so angry she wanted to curse, "Do you wish I spend my entire life alone?"
"I told you, you’re not alone, you still have me." Tristan Lockwood walked to the bar, naturally poured two glasses of water, and handed one to her, saying, "I have investigated your two friends, Joy Sharp and Tina Hayes, their backgrounds are quite ordinary, they can’t offer you any help."
Claire took the water and splashed it directly on Tristan Lockwood.
Though the water wasn’t boiling, it was around fifty or sixty degrees, and as it seeped into Tristan Lockwood’s shirt, the tan skin at his collarbone was faintly reddening.
"If you dare to touch them, next time it will be boiling water poured on your face."
Tristan Lockwood glanced at her indifferently, then returned the cup to the bar, and walked up to her, suddenly wrapping an arm around her waist and sliding his hand to a suggestive place.
"As long as you listen, naturally I won’t do anything."
Anyone could understand what he meant.
Claire looked at him incredulously and said, "Tristan Lockwood, are you mad? We’re divorced, why don’t you go find your Miss Zoey and enjoy your playboy life?"
"Zoey Adler and I are just putting on a show, the engagement news was released on her own accord."
Tristan Lockwood said casually.
"You’ve entangled me for more than ten years, now that you’re tired of it, you want to cut off ties and live peacefully. Claire, with me, things are never that simple."
Claire’s heart turned cold, "What do you really want?"
Tristan Lockwood hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Then he leaned down and kissed her lips.
Claire struggled desperately, but he suppressed her, pushing her back onto the sofa.
Her heart turned desolate, and as Tristan Lockwood’s hand explored her, the light in her eyes completely dissipated.
Like a soulless puppet, she let him have his way.
He tormented her through the night.
The next morning, when Claire awoke, Tristan Lockwood had already dressed in his suit, standing in front of her, tying his tie, saying, "I will be on a business trip for the next two days, but will be back to see you."
He paused and then said, "But you can also move back to the villa, Aunt Chen cleans your room every day, you can live there directly."
"I will not go back." Claire said, her eyes empty.
"Suit yourself."
Tristan Lockwood said no more and left.
During his business trip, things were quite quiet, he didn’t contact Claire even once.
However, on the day he returned, he went straight to her home.
Claire heard movement outside the door in the early morning hours.
Feeling a bit anxious, she casually picked up a clothes rod and quietly walked to the door.
As the door opened, Claire swung the rod over, only to hear a familiar pained grunt.
Tristan Lockwood bore the pain in his forehead and turned on the light.
Claire saw it was him, her face immediately turned cold, wishing she could swing the rod again.
However, Tristan Lockwood seemed to notice her intent and reached out to directly take away the weapon from her hand, saying, "Trying to murder me? Then you’ll end up in jail yourself?"
"You broke into a private residence, this is at most self-defense, it won’t lead to a sentence."
Claire said coldly, not caring how he guessed the code to her house.
Just as she finished speaking, she felt a cool liquid drip on the back of her hand.
Looking up, Tristan Lockwood’s forehead was oozing blood.
She paused, her expression complex, "You should go to the hospital."
Tristan Lockwood, as if nothing was wrong, walked inside, saying, "Bring out the medical kit."
"I don’t have one at home." She looked at him, "I’m not like you, I don’t have the habit of keeping a medical kit."
Tristan Lockwood gave her a quick glance, blood still streaming from his forehead, but his demeanor remained calm.
Under the light, he looked somewhat handsome with a touch of bloodiness.
Tristan Lockwood glanced around the living room, finally walking to the TV cabinet, opening the door, and taking out a medical kit from the top shelf.
"You said you didn’t have one." He looked at her.
Claire remained expressionless, "I just didn’t want you to use it."
As soon as Claire finished speaking, Tristan Lockwood suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Claire instinctively ran over and caught him.
Falling into her arms, Tristan Lockwood took the opportunity to hold her, saying, "I thought you really didn’t care about me."
"I just don’t want the floor to get dirty."
Claire pushed him away, dragged him onto the sofa, and left him to apply medicine on his own while she went back to her room to sleep.
Tristan Lockwood watched her thin back, his eyes deepening.
But he said nothing more, only took antiseptic alcohol and cotton swabs from the medical kit, treating his wound.
In the middle of the night, Claire, half asleep, felt the blanket being lifted.
Then she was hugged from behind by Tristan Lockwood.
She immediately woke up and tried to kick him off, but was hugged even tighter by Tristan.
"Don’t move, I just want to hold you."
His breath was warm, the bandaged forehead nestling against her neck.
"I had several major surgeries during the business trip, I’m exhausted, but wanted to see you, so I rushed back."
Perhaps he was too tired, Tristan’s voice carried a hint of resignation.
Claire’s eyes flickered.
"You rushed back with no other reason than to do that, why use me as an excuse?"
"It’s not an excuse, I genuinely missed you."
Tristan’s voice sounded somewhat nonchalant.
Claire wanted to say more but soon heard his long, relaxed breaths.
After a short while, Claire also drifted back to sleep.
However, she felt like she was burning in her dreams, her whole body heated, as if trapped in an oven.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself tightly wrapped beneath Tristan.
He was holding her waist, attempting to proceed.