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Three years ago, Tristan Beckett only had eyes for Selena Price.
Why would he care about what the person he casually saved looked like? Tristan simply did not bother. ‘So, Joyce can’t swim because she almost drowned?’ Tristan had a complicated expression.
His deep eyes were as dark as ink with a depressing gloom. “I’m sorry… )) All those words that he wanted to say only turned into these two simple words.
Joyce thought that it was funny and laughed. “You should be sorry.
You didn’t think that those boxers would come for revenge after I rescued you from the underground fight club, right? That they’d come to me for vengeance?” This sentence made Tristan’s face turn shockingly ugly like he was struck by lightning He looked at her with intense emotions and grabbed her arm.
“What did you say?” ‘Why is he so surprised?’ Joyce did not understand and laughed nonchalantly. Since it had come to this, it was better to make things clear.
It did not matter who saved whom at this point, because between them, it was no longer clear which one of them owed the other more.
“Mr. Beckett, I can swim three years ago. I don’t want to learn to swim again because my head was pressed under and I took in too much water.
Is this reason enough for you?” Joyce said this indifferently as she tried to forget about that suffocatingly dark past. Everything happened because of her own choices.
Joyce had never regretted being retaliated against for saving Tristan. If this was before, Joyce probably would be a little resentful. However, everything was in the past now.
Joyce had already let go of her infatuation for him, so it no longer mattered to her.
Tristan’s face was extremely gloomy. His eyes were filled with shock, which then turned to extreme anger and overwhelming hatred.
He always thought that those people would not be able to find him if he did not It was dark outside, and their surroundings were quiet. A cold wind blew past them.
Joyce was afraid of the cold, so she did not want to stand there any longer. She turned around and wanted to leave this depressing place.
So what if he knows about it? That doesn’ t change anything! If he felt even a bit of remorse, he should just get the hell out of my face and never bother me again!’ Before she could take a step out, the person behind her pulled her back and held her tightly.
Her back was pressed against a warm, firm chest, and she was instantly enveloped in his chilly aura. That strange yet familiar feeling instantly engulfed her.
Joyce was slightly stunned. Tristan suddenly spoke in a gloomy and raspy voice. “Joyce, I’ll find them. I promise.” I’ll find them and kill them!’ Joyce frowned and immediately broke away from his grip.
Her voice was without a trace of warmth. “It doesn’t matter. It’s all in the past anyway.” At that moment, their drivers had arrived at the entrance.
Joyce was just about to get into her car when Tristan pulled her again. “Tristan Beckett!” It was dark outside, and their surroundings were quiet.
A cold wind blew past them. Joyce was afraid of the cold, so she did not want to stand there any longer. She turned around and wanted to leave this depressing place.
So what if he knows about it? That doesn’t change anything! If he felt even a bit of remorse, he should just get the hell out of my face and never bother me again!’ Before she could take a step out, the person behind her pulled her back and held her tightly.
Her back was pressed against a warm, firm chest, and she was instantly enveloped in his chilly aura. That strange yet familiar feeling instantly engulfed her.
Joyce was slightly stunned. Tristan suddenly spoke in a gloomy and raspy voice. “Joyce, I’ll find them. I promise.”
I’ll find them and kill them!’ Joyce frowned and immediately broke away from his grip. Her voice was without a trace of warmth. “It doesn’t matter.
It’s all in the past anyway.” At that moment, their drivers had arrived at the entrance.
Joyce was just about to get into her car when Tristan pulled her again. “Tristan Beckett!”
Joyce was really going crazy. ‘Why is Tristan Beckett pestering me like an annoying fly that can’t be swatted away?!’ She wanted to scold him for being unreasonable.
Tristan held her wrist tightly. His voice was cold and resolute. “Joyce, whether you believe it or not, I really regret it. If… If I can have another chance…” Joyce sharply interrupted him.
The pain in her eyes could no longer be suppressed. “Tristan Beckett, I’ve been getting nightmares about those things in the past for all these years.
Ever since I met you, I haven’t had a single day of happiness and joy. I don’t regret saving you, but please, I ‘m begging you to let go of the past and stop talking about it.”
Whether or not Tristan regretted his past actions were of no help to Joyce’s three years of suffering. It was even a little laughable. Tristan’s body stiffened abruptly.
He was so shaken by Joyce’s fractured voice and the pain in her eyes that he could not bear to look straight at her.
Those pains were all brought by him, yet he knew nothing about it! Joyce stared at the man’s side profile in front of her, his defined jawlines, straight nose, and perfectly sculpted features.
She was once so obsessed with him that she could not extricate herself. Now, all she wanted was to stay away from him! She quickly hid her pained expression.
She looked indifferent as she shifted her gaze to the front and forced a smile, “ “You don’t need to feel sorry for me, and you don’t need to regret anything.
It’s all in the past, so let’s just move on.” Joyce thought that Tristan’s regret was from the guilt he felt towards her after knowing the reason she could not swim.
In fact, it was unnecessary. That was originally her one-sided love for him because he had jumped on her to save her on the streets of Europe.
However, Joyce did not want to mention this. Her gaze was slightly averted as she turned around and got into the Powell family’s car.
Tristan wanted to chase after her again, but his legs could not move. Thinking of the cold and strange gaze Joyce gave him earlier made him question what right he had to stop her.
He watched silently as her car disappeared in front of him, then turned to leave.
Tattle Bar. Tristan pushed the door open and walked into the lively private room with many people inside. Seeing Tristan’s sudden appearance, Keith stood up in surprise.
“Beckett, didn’t you go to dinner with Joyce and her family? Why’d you come over all of a sudden?” A few of their close friends would gather once in a while, Tristan would usually be present.
However, this time he did not come and so proudly said that he had a dinner to attend. At the mention of Joyce’s name, Tristan’s eyes darkened.
His chest felt like it was heavily struck by a sledgehammer. It was throbbing with pain.
Tristan went over and sat down. The private room suddenly quieted down. He picked up a bottle of vodka and tilted his head back to drink it. His body was exuding a cold, sullen, and bitter vibe.
Everyone was startled at this. “Mr. Beckett, were you agitated by something? Is it because Joyce lost her temper again?” – A slow-witted gentry next to him spoke up.
This guy had only heard Keith mention that Tristan always hit a wall with Joyce. Tristan’s face was slightly sunken. His gaze was somber and cold, as he stopped in his movements of taking another swig of vodka.
Keith frowned. Before he could stop him, the gentry smugly tried to persuade Tristan. “This woman is really shameless.
She’s just a divorced woman that you didn’t want anymore. It’s already an honor for you to look at her, yet she dares to treat you badly?” Keith shushed the gentry and held his head in frustration.
‘It’s over… This guy won’t be able to continue mingling in our circle thanks to his stupid mouth!’ Under the dim light, Tristan suddenly raised his head. His gloomy and cold eyes glared viciously at the gentry.
They were filled with bitter coldness and even a touch of raging madness. Suddenly, Tristan slammed the bottle in his hand onto the table in front of him.
There was a loud clatter of sounds.
The bottles and glasses on the glass table in front of them instantly shattered to pieces. The glass fragments flew everywhere and even got onto the gentry’s face.
Drops of blood slid down from the wound on his cheek. The private room was deadly silent and piercing cold. The young gentry was so frightened by this scene that his face turned pale.
He dared not utter another word because he already knew that he had said the wrong thing and angered Tristan Beckett! Tristan’s eyes were bloodshot.