Chapter 89: Chapter 89: She Ruptured His Blood Vessel

Sophie Hughes got out of the car and hurried toward them.

She looked at Noelle Sutton with an apologetic expression and explained, "Noelle, please don’t be mad at Kyle Sawyer. He’s always been the type to joke around and speak without thinking. I just gave him a harsh scolding. When you didn’t come home, Tristan and Joshua were very worried about you."

The hypocritical words made Noelle Sutton sick to her stomach.

’The way Tristan Lawson’s friends treated her was a perfect reflection of his own attitude toward her.’

Then, Sophie Hughes turned to Tristan Lawson. "Tristan, don’t you be mad at Kyle Sawyer either, okay?"

"I’m not that petty. It’s getting late, you should get some rest."

With that, Tristan Lawson grabbed Noelle Sutton’s hand and forcibly dragged her into the villa.

Sophie Hughes stood rooted to the spot, her jaw clenched tight.

’Tristan Lawson is really starting to care more and more about Noelle Sutton.’

’Tonight, he revealed Noelle Sutton’s identity in front of all of them. Does that mean it won’t be long before he reveals her identity to the public, too?’

In the master bedroom, Noelle Sutton furiously shook off Tristan Lawson’s hand.

She had never felt such heartache.

’I only have six months left. I just want to live in peace.’

’But he insists on backing me into a corner.’

’I’ve already been considerate enough to give him and Sophie Hughes space. What more could he possibly want?’

Tristan Lawson’s cold gaze fixed on Noelle Sutton’s furious eyes. He gripped her chin. "Are you trying to piss me off?"

Noelle Sutton grabbed Tristan Lawson’s hand, pried his fingers off her chin, and violently flung his hand away. Her agitated emotions made her gestures frantic as she signed, "I want a divorce! A divorce! How many times do I have to say it? Don’t you understand?" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The rims of her eyes were bright red.

Her normally gentle, beautiful eyes now blazed with tiny flames of fury.

Tristan Lawson suddenly grabbed the back of her head and crushed his lips to hers.

’A disobedient woman needs to be taught a lesson.’

Noelle Sutton tore at his hair and bit down hard on his lip. The coppery, salty taste of blood spread between their mouths.

Even so, Tristan Lawson didn’t let her go.

Noelle Sutton raised her leg again, trying to kick him.

’I’ve heard that’s a man’s most vulnerable spot.’

The moment she moved, Tristan Lawson thrust one of his legs between hers, stopping her.

She continued to struggle.

He didn’t let go until her hot tears scalded his lips. Only then did he cup her face and release her.

Tears streamed down her beautiful face, falling one after another.

Her eyes looked so heartbroken they seemed about to shatter.

Tristan Lawson’s heart nearly stopped. A sharp pain lanced through it several times.

In seven years of marriage, he had never seen her cry like this.

The only times she cried were when she was beneath him, overwhelmed, begging him softly for mercy. Her tears then were like single, glistening stars, sparking his affection.

He would slow down, tenderly kissing each teardrop dry.

This flood of tears nearly extinguished all the anger in his heart.

’How was he supposed to comfort her?’

He gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, his voice so soft it was almost liquid. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you. Be good now, don’t cry, okay?"

’This belated tenderness is nothing but a lie.’

’I won’t be fooled again.’

She pulled her face away, turned aside, and frantically wiped at her tears.

Tristan Lawson’s gaze was fixed on her, his eyes filled with a profound look.

Ever since they’d married, she had always greeted him with a smile.

When she was beneath him, she was as delicate and shy as a newly opened flower bud.

She was always so gentle and serene. She took excellent care of Joshua, kept the house immaculate and beautiful, and her cooking was exquisite.

He had always thought that while she seemed fragile, she was actually a resilient and optimistic woman.

He never knew she could be this fragile, crying so helplessly.

Suddenly, an image of a small, tear-streaked face surfaced in his mind.

"Brother Tristan, you promised that when Brother Adrian and I were playing house, you would come and snatch me to be your bride! Why did you lie to me? WAHHH... now I’ve already done the wedding ceremony with Brother Adrian, and I’m his wife! What am I going to do? I like you more, Brother Tristan..."

Tristan Lawson frowned. He closed his eyes for a moment before slowly opening them again.

This was the second time he had seen a girl cry so heartbrokenly in front of him.

’Back then, how had he comforted that little girl from the Sterling Family?’

’He’d told her he would go with her to get a "divorce" from Adrian Grant.’

But he couldn’t use the same method to comfort Noelle Sutton.

’Promise her a divorce?’

’Impossible.’

When Noelle Sutton looked up again, her tears were gone. Her expression was resolute as she signed to him, "Tristan Lawson, no matter what you do, you can’t stop me from divorcing you. Don’t think that freezing my assets will make me compromise. For seven long years, I have never once said the word ’no’ to you. But I have the right to say ’no’."

Finished, Noelle Sutton turned to grab the doorknob.

Tristan Lawson instinctively stepped forward and slammed his hand against the door, holding it shut.

The movement trapped Noelle Sutton in his arms. He took the opportunity to embrace her, his voice hoarse as he tried to placate her. "I’ll have the funds unfrozen. I’ll also publicly announce your identity as Mrs. Lawson. As for the divorce... let’s just drop it for now. I know you won’t really leave me and Joshua."

’Once, she wouldn’t have been able to bear it.’

’But now? What was there left to hold on to?’

’Even if she convinced herself to endure these last six months, she would have to leave in the end anyway.’

’She had married him at twenty. The best seven years of her life had been wasted on him.’

’And now she only had six months left.’

’She once believed that with time, she could warm Tristan Lawson’s heart. She thought that as their marriage improved, she would finally have time to create the animation she loved, to fulfill the promise she made to her mentor.’

’She’d also hoped to find time to open a weekend class to teach paper-cutting, carrying on her grandmother’s legacy.’

’But she had never imagined her life would suddenly come to an end.’

’She only had six months left.’

’There was no time left for her to do those two important things.’

’And yet, Tristan Lawson wouldn’t even grant her freedom for these last six months.’

’What could she possibly expect from a man like him?’

She pushed against Tristan Lawson with all her might, but he held her in a death grip.

She had no choice but to rise onto her tiptoes and sink her teeth into his neck.

She couldn’t push him away. She couldn’t escape him.

She channeled all her regret and resentment into her teeth, biting down on him with all her strength.

A piercing pain shot from Tristan Lawson’s neck and spread through his entire body.

A warm liquid trickled down his neck.

Yet he didn’t push Noelle Sutton away.

He clenched his fists and tensed his entire body to endure the pain.

She didn’t let go until her own teeth ached from the force of her bite.

The moment she released him, bright red blood gushed out, instantly staining the collar of Tristan Lawson’s white shirt.

’She had ruptured a blood vessel!’

But he hadn’t resisted.

Even now, he stood as steady as a mountain, his expression preternaturally calm, without a trace of any other emotion.

It was a kind of masculine power that women found irresistibly captivating.

He parted his thin lips, his voice still low, hoarse, and sexy. "Are you done?"

The glaring red blood continued to well up...