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A faint coldness enveloped him as he stared straight at Joyce. The whole time, Joyce lowered her head and silently ate her food. She did not want to participate in their conversation at all.
Old Master Beckett smiled. “We feel bad about how we treated Joyce in the past. If there’s an opportunity, we’ll like to make it up to her.” )) Floyd waved his hand.
“It’s alright, they’re just clueless kids. The past is in the past, and Joyce doesn’t care about it anymore, so we don’t need to take it to heart.
Just get along normally.” 2) “Clueless…” Tristan repeated in a whisper. His dark eyes flickered slightly, then he curled the corners of his lips. “Yes, we should get along normally.
” Tristan raised his eyes to look at Joyce and gave her a suggestive smile.
Noticing the scorching gaze from across the room, Joyce subconsciously looked up and saw that Tristan had been staring at her with smiling, gentle eyes.
‘What’s he smiling at?’ Joyce choked a little and instantly lost her appetite.
She put down the cutlery in her hand and rolled her eyes at him. Somehow, the man opposite her did not get angry.
Instead, his smile deepened. Tristan saw how vexed and restrained Joyce was and suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was very adorable. She even looked so pretty when she rolled her eyes.
‘How did I not notice before?’ Floyd Powell and Old Master Beckett were chatting feverishly. Grant glanced at his sister and Tristan.
The exchange of glances between these two and that atmosphere felt surprisingly weird. “By the way, Mr. Beckett, I heard that quite a few of your ships were damaged at sea.
If there is a need, Powell Corporation’s fleet can help to transport your cargo as well.” Grant smiled and appropriately changed the topic to draw Tristan’s attention to him.
Joyce was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Tristan uttered a simple “okay” and continued smiling at Joyce again. Seeing this, Joyce got impatient. ‘
Is he done?! What kind of tricks is he playing?’ Joyce immediately looked at Floyd.
Dad, I suddenly remembered that I have an appointment with Yvette, so I’ll get going first.’ Anyway, Joyce had already thanked the Becketts, so staying for the rest of the dinner was irrelevant.
Floyd nodded. “Okay. Go on then.” )) Joyce smiled. “Bye Dad! Goodbye, Chairman Beckett.”
After she greeted them, she took her things and walked out. Joyce did not get far before Tristan caught up to her. “Joyce…” She impatiently looked back at him.’
When did Tristan Beckett become so clingy? Did he take the wrong medication? “Mr. Beckett, do you still need something?” Her voice was extremely indifferent.
She did not want him to think that they could be intimate after one dinner. That meal was just a show of politeness. Tristan looked at her icy eyes and was slightly stunned.
He approached her step by step gently and calmly as he tried to restrain his emotions. His eyes were dark and deep as he stared at her.
The cold vibe he was exuding was vaguely oppressive. “Your father just said that we should get along normally, so you should oblige.” His voice was clear, cold, and restrained.
Joyce looked at him strangely, frowned, and said, “He didn’t mean it that way.” “What way?” Tristan hooked his lips.
Joyce almost choked on her words. “Who knows?!” Suddenly, her hand that was holding her phone felt empty.
In the blink of an eye, her phone was already with Tristan.
Tristan’s beautiful slender finger tapped on her phone screen as he found his number and unblocked himself. “In the future, you can’t just block me at will. Otherwise, I’ll tell your father.”
Joyce was dumbfounded.
‘He actually has the cheek to say this so justifiably? Dad clearly meant for him to keep his distance! Does this son of a b* tch have issues with comprehension?!’ Joyce was about to lose her mind.
Joyce took her phone, looked down at it, and was so furious that she could not speak. Tristan unblocked himself on her phone and even changed his name to “Life Saver”.
He was really thick-skinned. Was he trying to make her feel bad if she wanted to delete his number? Joyce bit her lower lip, not wanting to talk to him anymore, and turned to leave. Tristan followed her without haste.
He matched her pace as if he was her shadow. When they reached the entrance of the restaurant, Tristan suddenly said, “Joyce, l’Il teach you to swim.”
Tristan still remembered that after the plane crash, when he could not find her in the vast ocean, Kai told him that she could not swim.
On that variety show when Joyce saw that Miles Kavanagh was underwater for too long, that panic and fear Joyce felt were not from her concern for Miles, but because of her phobia of water.
How could Joyce, who had always been such a competitive person, not know how to swim? Tristan wanted to teach her so that she would be in less danger next time.
However, Joyce’s body stiffened upon hearing those words. Her back that was facing Tristan swayed slightly, and the blood drained from her face.
Joyce suddenly realized that even after a long time, certain memories, like the suffocating feeling of having her head shoved underwater, would leave a strong impact on her entire being.
As long as she thought about it, her body would break out in cold sweat, and she would gasp for air.
The air became heavier and more depressing Joyce finally turned to look at Tristan.
The corners of his lips were curled up, but her almond eyes were cold, and she was exuding a chilly vibe. Tristan did not understand why Joyce’s expression suddenly turned so glum.
“Mr. Beckett, being nosy is a very annoying quality.” Tristan’s eyes were determined as he stepped forward and looked down at her. “Is that so? Why don’t you want to learn? Give me a reason.’
The man’s eyes were deep and dark, reflecting the countless exquisite landscape lights at the entrance that looked like a river of stars.
Joyce clenched her teeth. Her face was pale, and the chill in her eyes was very obvious. Tristan suddenly realized that he might have touched on her taboo, but this made him even more curious.
Joyce stiffened for a moment before she sneered. Her eyes flickered. She spoke somewhat self-deprecatingly.
“Mr. Beckett, have you forgotten? Three years ago, you fished me out of the swimming pool before I exchanged my blood to marry you.
Why should I learn to swim and drown again?” Tristan was obviously taken aback by this, The astonishment in his dark eyes was mixed with despair.
Joyce stared into his eyes and suddenly smiled wider. The light in her eyes gradually dimmed.
“So, you forgot… Or perhaps you didn’t know that you saved me?” Tristan did not know that the person he fished out of the swimming pool was the same person who later proposed to marry him in exchange for her blood.
Tristan’s face turned miserably pale and stiff. He only remembered that Joyce had run out of nowhere and said that she could donate blood with the condition that he would marry her.
Since Selena Price’s life was at stake then, he simply agreed. At the mention of this, Tristan instantly recalled that scene three years ago.
A mysterious person had asked him to go to that private swimming pool. Tristan was delayed by something and went twenty minutes late.
When he got there, he saw a woman floating in the water, lifeless. Tristan saved the woman. After a simple first aid, he sent her to the hospital and did not have time to care about the follow-up, nor did he pay attention to what the woman actually looked like.
He did not know that Joyce was that woman who almost died in the pool. Tristan stood there motionless. His dark eyes were cold and sullen. His heart started to tremble.
He stared straight at Joyce and felt like he had been slapped in the face. The emotions that surged in his chest were complicated and shocking.
He felt like his heart was strangled so tightly that he could not even breathe.
A million questions flashed through his mind. “How could she go through all that?’ ‘How did she drown?’ ‘Why did all this happen?’ However, Joyce just smiled as if nothing had happened.
Her voice was hoarse and low as she said, “Forget it. It’s all in the past now, so it’s meaningless to keep bringing it up.”