However, such hopes were nothing but a fantasy.
Even if he threw caution to the wind and married Maggie Monroe, they would never be able to have children.
His parents would ultimately be disappointed in him, and his grandmother would not be able to rest in peace.
'Since the one to bear his child could never be Maggie Monroe, then what did it matter who it was?'
'Just a tool to carry on the Grayson family line.'
At this thought, a sudden glint appeared in Tristan Grayson's bloodshot eyes.
Mika Summers was sitting on the edge of the bed, her flustered gaze darting about, when suddenly, the man on the bed sat up and stared directly at her.
A Tristan Grayson like this terrified her to her very core.
She instinctively shuffled backward.
Tristan Grayson merely sneered at her reaction, spitting out two words, "Come here!"
'Come here?'
"Come here! Don't make me say it a third time!" Seeing she hadn't moved, Tristan Grayson's face darkened with impatience as he roared.
