Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Pampering and Tolerating You Is Now Considered Despicable?

Tristan Lawson’s handsome face was cold, his sharp brows furrowed in faint confusion. "What are you doing here?"

Noelle Sutton signed, "Yes. Move."

Tristan loosened his hand, which had been pressed against the elevator buttons.

Noelle pressed the button for the 18th floor.

The elevator doors opened. She stepped inside, and Tristan followed her in.

Noelle pretended he didn’t exist, standing perfectly straight.

When they reached the 18th floor, she exited and walked quickly to private room 1808. It was empty, save for a waiter who was cleaning up.

Noelle’s brow furrowed, the light in her eyes dimming.

Tristan raised a slight eyebrow.

This was the private room where they had just been dining.

"I was just having dinner here. Director Ford was here too. Were you looking for him?"

Tristan’s words only confirmed it for Noelle. ’He came to see Smith with Sophie Hughes tonight.’

’She had finally mustered the courage to fight for herself, just this once.’

’Her own son had deceived her for Sophie Hughes.’

’Her husband was running around, doing everything for Sophie Hughes.’

An unbearable tightness seized her chest.

She turned around, her steps unsteady. With listless eyes, she walked weakly back toward the elevators.

Tristan wondered why she was acting like all the strength had been drained from her. If she wanted to see Director Ford, she could find an opportunity anytime. He didn’t understand.

She was as despondent and lifeless as a walking corpse.

Noelle got into the elevator.

Tristan still followed behind her, his thin lips pressed into a tight line, his expression dark and unreadable.

A dead silence spread through the elevator, and a cold, heavy atmosphere enveloped them.

Adrian Grant was standing at the entrance, smoking a cigarette, when he saw Tristan emerge, following an expressionless Noelle.

"Tristan."

Adrian called out to him.

Noelle seemed to pretend they didn’t exist, silently continuing on her way alone.

Although Tristan stopped, his gaze, as deep and profound as the sea, remained fixed on Noelle.

"Your wife seems upset."

"Then why are you wasting my time?"

Tristan’s voice sounded calm, but his eyes held a deep-seated chill.

Adrian’s lips curved into a faint smile. "So she’s not so dispensable to you after all?"

"Have I ever said she was?"

She had given him a son. She was his son’s mother—such a real presence could never be dispensable in this lifetime.

Adrian shrugged. "That’s the rumor going around."

Tristan’s thin lips tightened further. He turned and chased after Noelle.

When he caught up, Noelle was crossing the street.

Seeing an approaching car, Tristan rushed forward, grabbed her arm, and yanked her back. His voice was cold and severe. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Noelle shook his hand off, signing irritably, "You don’t need to worry about me."

If she had more time left in her life, she might cherish it a little.

But she only had a few months.

The difference between dying sooner or later was almost zero.

Seeing she was upset, Tristan didn’t want to argue. He softened his sharp demeanor, his voice becoming much gentler. "It’s late. Let’s go home."

Noelle stared at him with cold eyes. She had to admire him. Just that morning, he had angrily told her to get lost, and now, in the blink of an eye, he could coax her home with a gentle voice.

’His hypocrisy was infuriating.’

Seething with anger, Noelle spotted a taxi pulling up. She opened the door to get in.

Just as she was about to step inside, her body was lifted off the ground.

Tristan had thrown her over his shoulder and was now striding toward his car.

Noelle kicked wildly on his shoulder, but he paid her no mind, forcibly shoving her into the car.

Just then, Adrian, sitting in his own car, happened to witness the scene.

He smiled, started his car, and drove away.

Noelle yanked hard on the door handle, but the doors were already locked.

Tristan leaned over to buckle her seatbelt, and she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

The blow knocked his handsome face to the side.

His anger, now uncontrollable, spilled over. He pinned Noelle against the passenger seat and kissed her fiercely.

No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t escape the man’s hold or his non-negotiable kiss.

They had been married for seven years. She had passed her twenty-seventh birthday and was now twenty-eight. A body that had borne a child was even more sensitive, and she couldn’t withstand his incredibly seductive kisses. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Her stiff, struggling body gradually went limp.

Only then did Tristan release her lips.

A wave of humiliation and self-reproach washed over her.

Her lovely face was flushed from the man’s advances, but her anger and vexation left her nearly expressionless, adding a touch of cold, stunning allure.

It was quite different from her usual self.

Perhaps because she seemed to be enjoying his kiss, the anger in Tristan’s eyes gradually faded.

"You still need me this much. Wouldn’t it be better to just be good?"

Tristan’s voice, laced with a sexy, desire-filled allure, was as captivating as ever.

But the meaning behind his words made Noelle feel even more humiliated. She was furious with her disobedient body for its weak resistance to his intimacy.

"Tristan Lawson, you broke the agreement."

Noelle’s signing was firm.

A disdainful smirk played on Tristan’s lips. "The agreement doesn’t say what happens if I breach it, does it?"

Noelle’s pupils constricted in shock!

Tristan reached out and stroked the back of her head. "Alright, don’t be angry. So it’s not written in, so what? I won’t breach it on purpose. It was you who was being naughty just now. You want it? If you want it, tell me. I’ll give it to you when we get home."

Tristan’s expression was so gentle it could melt hearts. He twirled a strand of her long hair with his fingertips, the gesture utterly seductive.

In his eyes, Noelle’s recent abnormal behavior was perhaps due to sexual frustration.

She was approaching the age of peak desire, but he was busy with work, always traveling all over the country, even abroad, for business. The number of times he could be with her was far too few.

Noelle wasn’t thinking about that at all. She was thinking about the agreement he had mentioned.

She wasn’t a professional lawyer, and she had grossly overestimated the agreement’s power to restrain Tristan Lawson.

She had thought the agreement would protect her, but now it seemed that it was only an agreement when Tristan chose to abide by it. When he didn’t, it was just a blank piece of paper.

In their marriage, in their entire life together, the control had always been in his hands.

Seven years ago, they had married with ease, encountering almost no obstacles.

During these years of their secret marriage, he had been the most important man in her life.

She had no other family left. She saw him as her lover, her relative, her closest family.

But to him, she was practically nonexistent. He was no different from the man he was before they married.

In this marriage, she was the only one who had lost everything.

And trying to break free was proving to be so difficult.

Noelle stared fixedly at the familiar yet strange man before her, suppressing the suffocating lump in her throat. She raised her hands and signed, "I’m about to divorce you. Why are you being so pathetic and clinging to me? What, have you fallen in love with me?"

Noelle’s eyes were exceptionally cold.

The man’s fingertips froze in an instant.

His refined, handsome face, still damp, instantly frosted over. A turbulent undercurrent seemed to churn in the depths of his dark eyes.

"You’re getting bolder and bolder, trying to provoke me again and again. All this time, I’ve been trying my best to treat you well, to spoil you, to tolerate you, and in your eyes, that’s become pathetic?"