Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 3: I’m Going to Take a Shower

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: I’m Going to Take a Shower
Actually, she didn’t finish speaking, but Tina Hayes heard the impatience in Claire’s voice and quietly replied, "I’m done. Goodbye, President Hale."
Claire responded with a faint "Mm."
After hanging up, Claire sent the license plate number of the Audi A8 to Tina Hayes, asking her to keep an eye on the car.
When she got home, Aunt Chen saw her alone, wearing only a thin shirt, and quickly poured a cup of hot water to hand to her: "Madam, didn’t Mr. Lockwood come home with you today?"
She took the water, her fingers lightly gripping the cup, her gaze low and indifferent as she said, "Him not coming home with me is quite normal, isn’t it?"
"Have you eaten?"
After being sent off the car by Tristan, she walked back, and indeed felt a bit hungry.
"No."
"I’ll make you a bowl of longevity noodles!"
Claire unexpectedly looked up: "Aunt Chen, you remembered it’s my birthday today."
Aunt Chen smiled sheepishly: "Last year today, Mr. Lockwood gave you flowers and gifts, so I remembered."
When Tristan’s name was mentioned, Claire’s expression became slightly aloof.
Last year marked their one-year marriage anniversary; he didn’t slack off on such formalities. She hadn’t expected that he wouldn’t even bother to put on an appearance this year.
Halfway through Claire’s longevity noodles, Tristan returned home.
Seeing her sitting there as if nothing had happened, his usually indifferent eyes narrowed, and he tossed the coat she left in the car over to her.
Claire gently put down her chopsticks, leaned relaxedly against the chair back, and gave him an indifferent glance: "Why did you come back?"
The remaining cold air from outside still clung to Tristan, chilling enough to be intimidating, "Do I need to explain my reasons for coming home?"
She lightly raised an eyebrow and leisurely wiped her mouth with a napkin.
Tristan walked over, pulled out a chair at the dining table opposite her, spread his legs slightly, and leaned his body back.
Aunt Chen perceptively served another bowl of noodles.
He started eating naturally.
Claire still had half a bowl left. She looked at Tristan, who was eating gracefully, unhurriedly, with the cold air around him unknowingly dissipating.
He sensed her gaze and calmly raised his eyes, saying, "Are you full?"
She lightly shook her head, bowed her head, and continued eating her noodles. When she finished, Tristan also put down his chopsticks.
He got up to go upstairs. As he passed by her, he said, "The gift is on your bedside table in your room."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at him, "You didn’t forget my birthday?"
Tristan halted his steps, turned around with no particular emotion in his gaze: "Wasn’t it your doing that the news about me not giving you a Valentine’s gift reached the old man’s and old lady’s ears the next day?"
Claire didn’t deny it; instead, she wore a faint smile on her lips.
"Anyway, thanks." Her tone became a bit lighter.
She was used to being aloof, usually appearing unsmilingly solemn, but when she smiled, it was far more interesting than her usual stiff expression.
Moreover, her face was truly enticing.
Tristan’s pupils deepened as he said, "I’m going to take a shower."
The implications of showering were self-evident. Between her and him, their marriage may lack other things, but it certainly didn’t lack bedroom chemistry. He knew her body, and she understood when his prowess was at its peak.
However, tonight, Tristan’s movements were much more rough than during the day. Claire’s skin was too tender; her body was reddened from his grip, startlingly noticeable. But this only further stimulated Tristan’s wildness; she didn’t even know how she succumbed to sleep.
The next day, Claire woke up to the urgent sound of her phone ringing.
She lay on the bed, her weak fingers groping under the pillow, trying to find her phone. Tristan’s arm reached over her shoulder and picked it up first.
"Hello."
He was woken by it too, his voice carrying a husky sensation of sleepiness, with a lazy sexiness.
On the other end of the call, there was a moment of silence, followed by a cautious young female voice: "President, President Hale?"
Tristan’s handsome brow furrowed instantly, and he tossed the phone beside Claire: "It’s yours."
The caller was Tina Hayes, saying that everyone had already been waiting for half an hour for the morning meeting and she didn’t show up, so she was calling to ask if something had happened.
Claire rubbed her temples with a headache; she had overslept for work because she spent the night with Tristan, which was really irresponsible.
"Sorry for wasting everyone’s time. Let’s adjourn the meeting to handle personal matters. I’ll have someone send out a separate notice for what’s to be discussed."
"Okay, then I’ll hang up now, President Hale."
Tina hung up the call in a hurry, and Claire found it strange and assumed it was because Tristan answered the phone earlier.
Until she entered the company, she noticed everyone’s eyes would fall on her, subtly curious and gossipy.
After handling several client calls, Tina Hayes happened to enter her office with a cup of coffee in one hand and a stack of documents in the other, placing them on her desk.
Just as Claire took a sip of coffee, Tina retreated to the door in a flash and said, "President Hale, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head out."
The guilty expression was too obvious, and Claire gently tapped the table, speaking in a calm voice: "Stop."
Tina stood there, her eyes flustered, looking at her in panic and awkwardness.
Claire: "What trouble have you caused?"
"Trouble? No, no!"
Tina quickly denied, but when faced with her boss’s scrutinizing gaze, she unconsciously surrendered: "President Hale, I swear, please don’t be mad."
Claire didn’t respond to her: "Speak."
Tina: "Well, that uh, this morning when I called you, I accidentally hit the speakerphone, so..."
So now the whole company knows that their boss spent the night with a man.
Especially with that man’s voice, seductively low and sexy, it’s hard not to imagine that he must have a perfect face and a physique that’ll make women swoon. Considering their boss’s credentials, both in looks and earning ability, no ordinary man could match her, so who wouldn’t want to get a glimpse of the man who spent the night with their boss?
A man like Tristan is truly one in a million, and it’s hard for women everywhere not to be drawn to him. Otherwise, Claire wouldn’t have been able to periodically use his scandalous photos to threaten him.
However, at this moment, Claire only felt her temples pounding twice in irritation.
She has always been discreet about her private life and had no desire for others to know about her secret marriage to Tristan.
Seeing Claire’s expressionless face, Tina grew even more anxious inside.
Their boss is someone who seems more calm on the surface when she’s angrier, and it usually means the consequences are dire.
She anxiously tried to justify for quite some time, but Claire interrupted impatiently: "I’ll give you a chance to make amends."