"That's right, I dared to hit you. I meant to hit you!" Her fists were clenched, her shoulders trembling violently, but she still roared, refusing to show any weakness. "Tristan Grayson, don't you forget, you're nothing to me now but an irrelevant ex-husband!"
"Heh..." Tristan Grayson suddenly retracted his vicious gaze, took a self-mocking step back, and started to laugh.
'An irrelevant ex-husband? Irrelevant?'
She was speechless. She had thought Tristan Grayson would explode in anger, that he would demand payback for the slap. She never expected him to just stand there, smiling so grimly that it made Mika Summers's heart race with unease.
But she didn't have the mental energy to wonder why Tristan Grayson wasn't angry. All she could do was quickly compose herself, turn, and flee the scene without a backward glance.
Watching the woman's retreating figure, a part of Tristan Grayson's heart ached in response.
'This woman... it seems she truly hates me to the bone...'
