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He was actually smiling!
“If you like it, feel free to stare for a while longer. I won’t laugh. I promise.”
‘How thick-skinned is he to even say such words?’ Joyce gritted her teeth and looked away.
“Tristan Beckett, you should look up the definition of humility.”
Tristan laughed from his chest and was not the slightest bit angry. He was in a great mood because Joyce spoke more than two words to him today.
The surrounding students who could hear their conversation were so shocked that their jaws dropped.
That iceberg of a man rejected anyone who intended to sit next to him earlier with his sharp warning gaze.
In the blink of an eye, his attitude changed 180 degrees!
Was that because they were not as pretty as Joyce?
Joyce was just cursing and mocking Tristan, while the latter just smiled and willingly accepted whatever she said.
Their interaction was very strange and ambiguous.
Joyce was getting uncomfortable waiting for ten minutes. Her mouth was getting dry when a tutor walked in to make an announcement.
“Students, Mr. Sloan has something urgent to tend to, so he left the university. Everyone can disperse…”
“What…”
Everyone stood up regretfully and went out with their heads hung low.
Joyce was also disappointed and stood up to leave. Before she reached the door, she was bumped by a boy behind her who was in a hurry to get out.
She subconsciously stumbled forward, but a hand quickly encircled her waist to hold her still.
When she saw the watch on the hand that was circling her waist, she already knew who it was.
Joyce just raised her head to look at Tristan, who pulled her to the door. His tall and well-built figure completely blocked the exit.
His sharp eagle eyes were dangerous and oppressive as he glared at the boy next to them. He did not yell, but his temperament carried such awe-inspiring authority.
The surrounding people dared not move. The boy shuddered and cowered as he stood there. He was already scared to death from Tristan’s glare.
One second, two seconds…
The boy suddenly realized his mistake and looked at Joyce.
He stuttered and blushed. “Oh… I-I’m s sorry… I-I didn’t mean to hit you… I-I’m sorry…”
Joyce smiled and said, “It’s okay. Just go She glanced at Tristan, who had concealed his intimidating coldness and made way for the crowd, but no one dared to pass.
Joyce pursed her lips and walked out with a smile under everyone’s watchful eyes.
Tristan followed at a steady pace.
When they were almost out of the campus, Joyce unconsciously quickened her pace.
Tristan called out to her. “Wanna have lunch?”
Joyce said, “I don’t have an appetite when I’m eating with you.”
Tristan fell silent for a moment. He playfully hooked up the corners of his lips into a charming smile and casually said in a lowered voice.
“Then who do you have an appetite with?”
Joyce’s eyelids twitched and deliberately wanted to annoy Tristan.
“With my new boyfriend, of course!”
‘This jerk better knows how to back off!’
As soon as Joyce finished speaking, Tristan’ s face froze for a moment.
However, it only lasted for a split second.
The corners of his lips curled up gently as he lifted his slender fingers, wanting to brush away some strands of her hair that were blown up by the wind around her ear.
Joyce instantly tilted her head to avoid him. He withdrew his hand.
His voice was hoarse and low, but his eyes were filled with tenderness.
“Really? Well… That doesn’t affect me treating you to lunch anyway.”
Joyce took a deep breath. ‘Why is he like a bloody bubblegum stuck to my shoe that I can’t even get rid of?!’
“But I don’t want to eat with you. Mr.
Beckett, you should be more sensible.”
Tristan narrowed his eyes. His smile gradually widened, and his voice was gentle and mellow.
“I’m not sensible.”
Joyce was so angry that her chest felt stuffy. She just turned and walked away, not wanting to say another word with this irritating fool.
The gloom in Tristan’s eyes dispersed. He spoke helplessly.
“Let’s eat together?”
“Get lost!”
Tristan said, “I know what’s the relationship between Christian Jenner and Clayton Sloan…”
Joyce stopped in her tracks and immediately changed her mind without the slightest bit of guilt.
“Alright, let’s have lunch.”
Tristan slowly smiled. He felt that such a decisive Joyce was really cute.
Joyce originally thought that they would have a simple meal. Who knew that Tristan Beckett actually brought her halfway across the city to a famous private restaurant?
This restaurant was limited to fifteen people per day and required reservations half a month in advance, but the dining experience was impeccable.
As soon as Tristan went inside, he went to the VIP area and pulled out a chair for her.
Joyce sat down properly while Tristan handed her the menu.
“What do you want to eat?”
Joyce pushed it back without looking at it. “The most expensive meal.”
Tristan nodded without batting an eye, then looked at the waiter and ordered a few Don dishes.
Joyce looked out at the Zen garden with rockery and water features. Small red lanterns under the eaves of the roof gently swayed with the wind, and the sound of the wind chime was pleasant and soothing. The whole place was meticulously decorated.
“How do you know that I’m investigating the relationship between Christian Jenner and Clayton Sloan?”
Tristan raised his hand and slowly poured her a cup of tea.
The fragrance of the tea overflowed, and the environment was wonderful.
“It’s not a secret. Someone started gossiping after your meeting, and it only took half a day to reach my ears.”
Joyce was a little speechless. ‘Right…’
“Beckett Corporation also intends to fight for Clayton Sloan?”
to …
Tristan raised his eyebrows. ‘Or else?‘
“I’ll tell you what I know, but I won’t help you get him. Joyce, if you lose and have to leave Powell Corporation, will you cry?”
Joyce’s face sank slightly and rolled her eyes at him. ‘Why is this jerk so confident? He’s talking like I’ll definitely lose…’
“If you lose, will you cry?”
Tristan’s eyes were gentle. “If I lose, that means you won. I’ll be happy for you.”
‘Hah! What a lie!
“Seriously though… If you lose, come to Beckett Corporation. You can choose whatever position you like here.”
‘Is he tryna poach me?!’
Joyce raised her eyebrows. “What position is higher than yours?”
“The President’s wife.”
Joyce stiffened slightly and let out a cold laugh.
“I married you for three years, but your receptionist won’t even let me in the door. Only ignorant young girls will believe your sweet talk.”
His words did not move Joyce at all. Instead, she found it extremely ridiculous.
The most ridiculous thing was that his receptionist never cared about Joyce, yet they remembered to flatter Selena Price.
Selena had flaunted in front of Joyce countless times just to rub salt in her wounds and humiliate her.
Was that not because of Tristan’s connivance to Selena because to him, Joyce was not worth mentioning All the countless trivial matters of the past reminded Joyce that staying away Cunit. O Don from Tristan Beckett was the only way to live.
Tristan was silent for a long time. His gaze was bitter, and his heart felt like it was clenched, so much so that it was difficult to breathe.
While Joyce was married to him, she did not get any semblance of the respect she deserved.
Every time he thought of this, he felt suffocated.
Joyce no longer cared about the insignificant past because she knew that those three years were just wishful thinking on her part. It was her lone courage that pushed her through those tough times.
Since it was the past, she just wanted it to disappear.
“Joyce…” Tristan stared at her. His eyes This were deep and astringent. Seeing how insouciant she was when she spoke, Tristan felt a little breathless.
He clenched his fists and spoke with difficulty. “It won’t happen again in the future.”
Tristan promised to prioritize her first and coddle her. He would not dare to neglect her again.
Joyce just smiled without any emotion.
There would be no future to speak of between them.
She had clarity now and would never again have eyes for him.
Joyce picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.
“Get to the point.”