Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 40: You Came to See Me Just for This?

Chapter 40: Chapter 40: You Came to See Me Just for This?
Claire furrowed her brows, trying to pull her hand back.
Dean Dawson looked at her seriously: "Claire, divorce Tristan Lockwood. I will cherish you."
"Let go." Claire said coldly.
Dean Dawson: "He blatantly brings other women in front of you, which shows he doesn’t respect you at all. And, you heard him just now, to him, you’re just a woman who wants money. Why demean yourself for a man like this?"
"Dean, don’t you understand what I’m saying?" Claire was a bit annoyed, "Whether I divorce or not is my private affair, it has nothing to do with you. The reason I reject you has always been that I have no feelings for you."
She broke free from him, her injured palm throbbed with a faint pain.
Dean Dawson watched her in silence.
Perhaps because of the atmosphere in the mountains, Claire distinctly felt a chilling aura emanating from Dean Dawson.
She didn’t think much, turned around, and went back to her tent.
The winter in the mountains was bone-chilling cold.
Claire woke up in the middle of the night and noticed someone sitting in front of her as she turned her head.
She was startled, thought it was an intruder, just about to shout, but the person suddenly spoke: "It’s me."
Claire paused: "Tristan, what are you doing in my tent?"
In the darkness, she couldn’t see his expression, but she could sense that he seemed to be contemplating something.
Just as Claire’s eyelids were about to close again, Tristan spoke: "I misunderstood you this afternoon. I’ve come to apologize, I’m sorry."
His apology actually woke her up.
"This is the first time you’ve ever said sorry to me."
Claire lay flat, though she couldn’t see him, she still spoke frankly toward the direction where he was sitting: "A person like you, who never considers others’ feelings, would actually apologize to me."
Tristan’s hand suddenly reached into the sleeping bag, holding hers.
His palm was cold, Claire’s finger moved slightly but did not pull away.
Tristan: "Jade Sutton also told me, she accidentally fell, it had nothing to do with you. I misunderstood you in this matter as well."
"You believe whatever she says."
Claire spoke without much emotion.
She heard the friction of Tristan’s clothes and thought he was about to leave. Just as she was about to continue sleeping, the sleeping bag was unzipped.
Tristan directly crawled in, lying beside her.
Claire’s sleeping bag was meant for one person, to fit two people, they had to press tightly together.
Tristan held her waist, feeling very obvious even there.
After entering the sleeping bag, Tristan didn’t say much and lowered his head to start kissing her shoulder.
Claire pushed him away: "You came to find me just to do this?"
"We haven’t done it for a long time." Tristan’s hand started to misbehave, "Haven’t you thought about me?"
Claire rolled her eyes.
Her legal cases were overwhelming, where would she have the time to think about this?
Thinking of Jade Sutton sleeping not far away, Claire irritably said: "Didn’t you come with Jade? Go to her, not me."
Tristan, with his head buried in her neck, paused and said blandly: "She is Sean Lockwood’s wife, it’s impossible for me to do such a thing with her. That would be incest."
"If she isn’t anymore, then it’s possible."
Claire finished what he left unsaid.
Her reaction was somewhat excessively cold, even Tristan’s active nature waned a bit.
After all, in the past, she used to know very well how to please him in this matter.
He stopped his actions and said, "Jade Sutton said she told you today about being mentally abused by Sean Lockwood, hoping you would help her and not reveal her whereabouts to Sean."
Claire: "She must have also told you that I refused her."
Tristan paused for a moment, then said: "Didn’t you say she was your only childhood friend? Now that she’s in trouble, aren’t you going to help her?"
"If I help her, I would be deceiving Sean. He is one of the Lockwood Family, naturally ruthless. He wouldn’t spare his own wife, would he let me off easily?"
Claire rolled her eyes at Tristan in the darkness.
"I would never put myself and the firm I’ve struggled to build in such danger."
Tristan said nothing.
The air fell into a cold silence, Claire yawned, feeling sleepy again.
"What if I beg you to keep it secret?"
Tristan’s cool voice echoed in the silent air.
A voice usually indifferent and devoid of any emotion, suddenly softened a few degrees.
Claire almost immediately responded without thinking: "I won’t help."
Tristan: "Are you sure?"
"Certain."
As if her words were a final verdict, as soon as they faded, he reverted to the Tristan she knew, chillingly indifferent.
"When you were bullied at the Hale Family, Jade stood up for you, came forward for you, and now that you’re grown, is this how you treat someone who was kind to you?"
Tristan left the sleeping bag, letting the cold wind seep in, and Claire’s body slightly trembled.
Claire bit her lip, "Is all of this what she told you?"
Tristan didn’t answer her but coldly said: "Even if Jade didn’t tell, do you think I wouldn’t know you’re like this?"
His voice was icy, mixed with cold air, made Claire feel as if she was falling into an ice cellar.
"Since you came to the Lockwood Family, grandpa and grandma have treated you as their own. And I also saw you as my little sister, but think hard, did our Lockwood Family ever do anything wrong to you? Yet you not only fail to show gratitude, but you also schemed against me in every way, deceived me, betting grandpa and grandma would surely stand by your side and using their love for you, for forcing me to marry you. As soon as we got married, you immediately showed your true colors, showing a greedy appetite, and all you ever talk about is wanting money and resources."
"Claire, do you even have a conscience?"
Each of his words fell down, hitting her supposedly cold heart.
Clearly heartless, yet she faintly heard a cracking sound within.
Only, Tristan’s next words thoroughly shattered the cracks in her heart.
He said: "What would that little boy who once gave you hope to live think now, seeing how you are? Do you think he would regret reaching out to you back then?"
After saying this, he left her tent without looking back.
Inside the tent, the half-opened sleeping bag Tristan had unzipped was still open. Cold wind seeped into Claire’s bones, piercingly cold.
She lay there motionless, her eyes showing no emotion at all.
Dean Dawson’s tent was not far from Claire’s. He sat on the stone slab outside, his cigarette burned out as he saw Tristan leave Claire’s tent.
The gentleness in his eyes faded away in the darkness before dawn.
Daylight faintly appeared on the edge of the clouds.
Quite a few people began to emerge from the tents on the mountain top, Dean glanced at Claire’s tent, remaining still.
"Are you waiting for Claire?"
He raised his brow at the woman beside Tristan Lockwood.