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Tristan’s voice was magnetic, mellow, deep, and raspy.
The emotions in his eyes were suppressed and restrained.
As soon as his words fell, the air almost froze. The blood on Joyce’s face drained in an instant.
Her eyes carried disbelief.
‘Have I misheard? He wanted…
Me? The person who wanted to throw me away like a bag of trash back then actually chose me?!’
Joyce was perplexed and could not believe what she just heard, ‘What exactly did Tristan Becketts want?’
The silence in the air gradually ate away at her calmness.
Tristan’s eyes were locked onto Joyce’s face, watching every emotion and detail from her eyes closely.
Shock, amazement, detachment, resistance…
Fortunately, among so many emotions, there was no disgust! Tristan moved closer to her and wanted to touch her hair. He wanted her to feel that his affection was real.
He was sincere. However, before he could touch her, Joyce subconsciously backed away like she was afraid of him.
Earlier, Joyce did not react when Nathaniel was so close to her, but she dodged Tristan like the plague.
Her avoidance deeply stung Tristan’s heart, Tristan pretended as if nothing had happened.
He hooked his lips into a smile, but the emotions in his eyes surged.
His voice was raspy and gentle, with extreme restraint.
“Joyce, I wasn’t joking.
During this time, I’m not much better than you. I think that perhaps our divorce was too rash…”
Joyce’s brow was tightly locked.
She suddenly realized something and turned to look at him.
The undisguised joy and glee in the man’s eyes were like fire. It almost burned her.
The moment she saw through the emotions in his eyes, her heart trembled violently.
‘Did I just see nostalgia and fondness in his eyes?’ At that moment, the feelings in Joyce’s heart that were like a stagnant pool of water rippled from the rock that was suddenly thrown in.
It was not from joy, but shock. However, it only lasted for a split second. Joyce withdrew her gaze and resumed her stoic attitude.
Joyce hooked the corners of her lips and raised her eyes to look at him. There was no trace of warmth in her eyes. “Mr. Beckett, what was too rash was our marriage.”
» The divorce was a decision she made after three years of deliberation. For her, it was a relief. Once Joyce’s words came out, Tristan’s body stiffened.
His gentle face became tense, and the emotions in his eyes shattered inch by inch. Joyce met his gaze without any avoidance.
If he had asked for anything else, even if he wanted to demand an exorbitant sum, Joyce had no reason to refuse.
However, if he wanted a romantic relationship, Joyce no longer had the heart to step into that pit of fire again. “Joyce, just give me one more chance. I’ll ….”
Tristan’s face was pale as he looked at her almost pleadingly. Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Joyce.
“Mr. Beckett, don’t tell me that you’re regretting the divorce and that you fell for me now, do you?” Tristan looked at Joyce and nodded. “Yes.” His voice was hoarse and dry.
Tristan admitted that Joyce was irreplaceable in his life.
He admitted that he had never been so clear about his affection for her.
He admitted that when he learned of Joyce’s accident, the kind of heart-wrenching pain was so unbearable that she must be the love of his life.
Their divorce was truly the stupidest thing he had ever done.
If he could do this all over again, he would have given anything to have Joyce back by his side! However, when Joyce got that answer, she merely hooked the corners of her lips and gave him the death sentence in such a calm and composed manner.
“Mr. Beckett, everything between us is in the past.
I no longer care for it, and I’ve long lost any interest in you. So, it’s really not suitable to talk about feelings between us.
I am truly grateful for everything you’ve done by risking your life to save me, so if you want anything, you can go to my father and my eldest brother directly.
They certainly won’t refuse you.”
Joyce did not want to talk about repayment.
Even though the Beckett family was not lacking money, who would ever complain of having too much money? It would be more appropriate for Floyd and Grant to deal with this.
Joyce’s distant and polite attitude came as a surprise to Tristan. “I’ve long lost any interest in you…”
This sentence, more than her mockery or resentment, made Tristan feel so lost.
He felt like thin needles pierced all his organs, which brought him unimaginable pain.
A bitterness suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, which made him feel powerless.
Tristan had long lost that Joyce from three years ago who only had eyes for him.
Joyce lowered her eyelids and stroked Tigger, who was in her arms.
She looked like she was done talking to him. Even so, Tristan refused to give up.
‘How could I give up so easily? I deserved that stab in the heart!’ Tristan smiled miserably and made an effort to look warm. He looked down and took out a photo he had been staring at countless times from his pocket.
His fingertips were white from pinching it so hard. Joyce had saved his life before, but she had never mentioned it. Tristan did not believe that she would really forget all those feelings she had for him.
His voice was magnetic and raspy as he said, “Joyce, I still owe you a life. You Thai never told me that the person in the photo was you.”
If Tristan had known that it was her, then he would not have ignored her existence in their marriage. At the very least, he would not let their marriage come to such a disastrous end.
Joyce glanced at that photo. Her expression stiffened as she was stunned. Her breath stalled for a moment.
She subconsciously looked up and saw the deep guilt and remorse in Tristan’s eyes. Suddenly, Joyce understood something.
The bottom of her heart turned cold. ‘Turns out he feels that he owes me, huh?’ Joyce pursed her lips, withdrew her gaze, and said in a calm voice, “That’s not me.”
If that was the case, Joyce would rather not admit that it was her. That experience Thal in Europe with the terrorist attack and underground fight club felt like a dream.
Joyce was glad to have met Tristan, but she also regretted having met him. Tristan paused for a moment.
His eyes were full of doubt as he simply did not believe Joyce’s words.
“Impossible, how can this not be you?” ‘She’s clearly lying! Why? Is it because she didn’t want to admit that she had known me long ago?’ Tristan’s heart felt like it had been gouged out as he took a painful gasp.
Joyce laughed lightly. Her eyes were cold and indifferent. “Mr. Beckett, you’re mistaken. I’m not the person that you’re looking for.
We’ve never met before we got married.” Joyce did not want to admit to those memories that had long been buried, Thai those carefully guarded hardships that belonged to her alone.
She did not want the little bit of dignity she had left to be trampled on at will. Since she decided to let go, she would just throw away the past. Tristan’s eager gaze cooled little by little.
He looked at Joyce’s distant gaze and felt like his heart was doused in a bucket of ice water, slowly cooling it to a freezing point.