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He frowned at her and clearly looked displeased. Joyce glanced at him lightly and said in a cold tone, “Regular friends ought to have a sense of proportion, right, Mr. Beckett?” Tristan remembered what Mitchell had said to him before leaving the gallery restaurant earlier.
“You need to have full patience when you chase a girl. You absolutely can’t just get angry and leave, especially with Ms. Powell. She won’t fall for this trick!” Tristan pondered for less than half a second and sat down one seat away from Joyce.
Before this, he did not think that he could sit down and watch a movie with her, so this was considered progress. The young couple in front of them would occasionally kiss and hug and were very intimate.
Especially during a scary scene, the girl would just hide in the boy’s arms. She would even scream in a pretentious voice. “Ah! I’m so scared! OMG, it’s so scary… I can’t look anymore…”
Tristan looked at Joyce, who was next to him.
She was just looking at the big screen with concentration.
The curves of her side profile were soft.
Her nose bridge was high, and every inch of her skin was flawless.
Joyce quietly watched the movie. No matter how shocking or thrilling the sounds and scenes were, she was not the least bit afraid.
Rather, she was watching with great interest and would let out a snort from time to time. It was like she was not impressed by this low-budget horror movie and was mocking those ridiculous special effects.
She was treating it like comedy. Tristan clenched his fists tightly. All those scenarios he had in his head did not happen.
The anticipation and fervor in his heart also dissipated with each time she snorted. He looked up and stared grimly at this so-called horror film.
He hated it to death. Joyce did not touch the popcorn or Coke the entire time.
The couple in front of them were already glued as one as they shared a seat.
When the movie was about to end, Joyce looked down at her phone and tapped on it a few times. She then looked sideways at Tristan as if nothing had happened.
She frowned slightly. “Mr. Beckett, why do you keep staring at me?” Joyce did not deliberately suppress her voice, so when the couple in front heard her, they realized that someone was behind them the whole time.
Tristan’s voice was clear and cold. “You didn’t say that I couldn’t look at you…”
Joyce was speechless. Tristan then asked, “Why aren’t you afraid?” Joyce looked at him like he was crazy.
She faintly hooked up the corners of her lips and replied, “What I experienced in the past is the true horror film.” It would be strange if she was scared of such low-level special effects and cliché scenes.
Compared to the movie, Joyce was more afraid that the couple in front of them would not be able to restrain themselves and give them a full show.
Fortunately, that couple did not do anything excessive. Tristan’s chest hurt again when he heard this. away.
His He silently looked gaze resumed its dark and deep coldness, The young couple in the front stood up hastily, fixed up their clothes, and left the hall with their heads down.
The phone in Joyce’s hand lit up. She casually glanced at it and stood up. “It’s getting late. I should go back.” “) Tristan stood up and spoke naturally.
“I’ll send you back.” ) When Joyce got to the entrance and saw Mr. Anderson who was walking towards them, she paused in her footsteps. Her voice carried a faint coldness.
“Mr. Beckett, even if you’ve saved me, I hope this won’t happen again. Niel is my good friend, and no matter what becomes of our relationship, you have no right to interfere.”
Tristan’s reaction tonight was somewhat unexpected. He had overstepped his bounds.
Exactly why was Nathaniel suddenly afraid of Tristan and why he happened to bump into Tristan’s car was self-evident.
If Joyce did not get this point across, the same thing would happen again.
Naturally, Tristan also saw her butler who came to pick her up.
However, her words still made Tristan’s face sink. All night long, he had been carefully observing her emotions and was constantly making concessions.
Being able to watch a movie with her felt like a luxury he could not afford. However, Joyce still did not leave him a shred of hope.
To her, even Nathaniel Beckett was a million times more important than him! Tristan felt like someone hammered his heart. He could not breathe from the pain.
Joyce did not intend to get a response from Tristan and did not even want to say goodbye. Just as she was about to walk to the entrance of the theater, the person behind her suddenly caught up to her.
The man fiercely pulled her arm and pinned her against the back of a pillar.
His eyes returned to their usual coldness. When he looked at Joyce, the shocking waves of emotions in his eyes seemed like they wanted to swallow her whole.
The man’s big hand tightly squeezed Joyce’s shoulder. He did not hide his anger, nor his jealousy. He could no longer bear her neglect.
His deliberately lowered voice was magnetic and clear, with such compelling authority that was borderline menacing.
“Joyce, I also hope that this won’t happen again, so you must stay away from him.
Otherwise, he won’t be able to live a good life. Although I’m soft on you and can’t bear to touch you, he’s a different story…”
Tristan’s eyes had a momentary flash of sharpness, ruthlessness, and firmness, which overwhelmed all other emotions.
That was his inherent noble, calm, and aloof temperament. The moment Tristan let go of Joyce, the butler the Powell family happened to walk over.
“Miss… Oh, Mr. Beckett, you’re here too.” Mr. Anderson was surprised. Tristan’s face was calm and gentle as if nothing had happened. However, Joyce’s face was not very pleasant.
She was somewhat pale and seemed to be angry. Since the relationship between these two was rather special, the butler was especially wary.
Looking at the jacket draped over Joyce, Mr. Anderson immediately took out the shawl he prepared and respectfully handed it over.
“Miss, the Chairman is waiting for you at home…” Joyce took a deep breath. She pushed Tristan ‘s shoulder and took a step back, then yanked off Tristan’s jacket and threw it on him.
She then took over the shawl from Mr. Anderson and put it on. Joyce swept a contemptuous look at Tristan and left in a huff without another word.
“This two-faced son of a b*tch! I guess he’ has been pretending to be a gentleman all night and finally can’t help but reveal his true face, huh? Hmph! How dare he threaten me?! He can’t touch me, so he’s gonna make a move against Niel? He’s simply a bully!’ Mr. Anderson hurriedly followed.
in his eyes, Tristan watched as the slender and beautiful figure left in a huff.
The anger gradually dissipated, but his brows were tightly knitted. After he cooled down, he thought, ‘Did I scare her just now?’ Tristan calmly took out his phone and called his assistant Mitchell.
“Close down Nathaniel’s studio and notify him to work in our subsidiary in the neighboring city.”
“Yes, President.” ” Joyce returned to the Powell mansion with an unpleasant face. Grant came back early to discuss some things with Floyd in the study.
Kai intended to give Tigger a bath, but Tigger shook its little head in resistance.
Seeing that Joyce was back, Kai was a little surprised. “So early?” Grant and Floyd came downstairs when they heard the commotion.
Grant’s eyebrows were relaxed, and he had a gentle smile on his face. “Did you have fun?” Joyce saw them and felt a large part of her bad mood disappear.