The Husband I Loved for Eight Years Never Loved Me-Chapter 121: I Can, But You Can’t

Chapter 121: I Can, But You Can’t

Melissa said she wanted to go fly a kite in the afternoon.

Rachel Royce said, "It’s too hot today, so we won’t go fly a kite."

Melissa thought for a moment, then said, "We can fly kites in the big yard on the mountain. It’s not hot there. Dad and I go stay there all the time."

Melissa was probably talking about Tristan Sterling’s villa on the mountain.

Rachel Royce glanced at the man.

Tristan Sterling said to Melissa, "We’ll go after lunch and a little rest."

"Okay."

After lunch.

The nanny packed up the things Melissa wanted to bring.

The driver brought the car around.

Melissa hopped around like a happy little bunny.

A child’s worries come and go so quickly.

The three of them got in the car.

Not long after getting in the car, Melissa fell asleep again. Tristan Sterling covered her with a small blanket.

Once Melissa had quieted down, the car fell into silence.

Tristan Sterling and Rachel Royce still weren’t speaking to each other. As Rachel Royce watched her daughter’s peaceful, sleeping face, an indescribable sadness welled up in her heart.

Just then, Tristan Sterling’s phone vibrated. He answered the call.

From the sound of his voice, Rachel Royce could tell it was Claire Ainsworth on the line, probably wanting to see him. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"I’m busy today. Next time."

"Are you out with Melissa?"

Tristan Sterling grunted in affirmation.

Claire Ainsworth bit her lip and hung up.

Rachel Royce tilted her head to look out the window. Listening to the man’s gentle voice, she found it utterly ironic.

She then heard the man’s low, displeased voice. "What are you smiling at?"

Rachel Royce looked back at him. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"I don’t," Tristan Sterling replied.

Melissa was still sleeping, and Rachel Royce didn’t want to argue with him.

「Meanwhile.」

After her call with Tristan Sterling ended, Claire Ainsworth threw herself into the arms of a beautiful woman beside her and started crying.

Jane Sullivan hugged her daughter, patting her shoulder with eyes full of heartache. She looked at Suzanne Sullivan, who was sitting opposite them, and asked, "What on earth does Tristan Sterling mean by this?"

Jane Sullivan had just arrived in Kingsland today. Claire Ainsworth wanted to have dinner with him tonight and had wanted to go find him just now.

But Tristan Sterling’s world currently revolved around Melissa Sterling, and he showed no intention of marrying Claire. Yet, she desperately wanted to marry him now.

Suzanne Sullivan said, "Tristan isn’t alone now. He has to consider Melissa, and Melissa is still young."

Jane Sullivan said, "Melissa Sterling is already five years old; she should be old enough to understand. Is he going to keep Claire waiting for an answer forever because of his daughter?"

Suzanne Sullivan said helplessly, "Only Tristan himself knows what he’s truly thinking."

Jane Sullivan’s expression soured. She patted her daughter’s shoulder and said, "Claire, you go upstairs first. I need to talk with your brother."

Claire Ainsworth choked back a sob and went upstairs.

After Claire Ainsworth went upstairs, Jane Sullivan asked her son, "Suzanne, be honest with me."

Suzanne Sullivan said, "Melissa can’t accept Claire being with her father right now."

Jane Sullivan’s face darkened. "Her mother abandoned her. Claire has been good enough to Melissa Sterling, so why can’t she accept it?"

"Who can really understand a child’s mind? But Mom..." Suzanne Sullivan’s expression turned serious. "You want Claire to marry Tristan Sterling. Is it really just for her happiness?"

Jane Sullivan looked at her son. "Suzanne, what do you mean by that?"

Suzanne Sullivan warned, "Tristan Sterling isn’t someone who can be easily won over. There are some things, Mom, that you shouldn’t get too involved in."

How could Jane Sullivan not understand what her son meant?

In the current internal struggle within MK, her selfish desire was to side with her husband and Aaron Ainsworth. Aaron Ainsworth was already nineteen, and she wanted to pave the way for her son.

But when it came to the son standing before her now, she had long lost control over him.

"Suzanne, even if you’re unhappy with your Uncle Ainsworth, Aaron has still called you ’big brother’ for so many years."

Suzanne Sullivan stood up, his voice turning cold. "I only have a sister, not a brother."

"Suzanne Sullivan!"

Suzanne Sullivan said, "I have things to do at the company, so I’ll be leaving."

He strode out of the living room.

Watching Suzanne Sullivan’s retreating figure, Jane Sullivan’s expression was exceptionally grim.

「Three o’clock in the afternoon.」

The car slowly pulled to a stop in the parking lot of Hillside Manor.

Once they drove up the mountain, the weather was not as hot and sunny as it was below; it was exceptionally cool and pleasant.

The moment Melissa got out of the car, she wanted to go fly her kite.

For the rest of the afternoon, Rachel Royce and Tristan Sterling played with Melissa in the yard.

Melissa wanted her dad to fly the kite for her.

Tristan Sterling got the kite in the air, and Melissa cheered happily, "Aunt Evelynn, look! The little bunny is flying so high!"

Rachel Royce looked up at the kite soaring in the sky, then looked down at her smiling daughter, and she smiled too.

Melissa ran over to take the kite from her dad’s hands. "Dad, I want to fly it too."

Tristan Sterling bent down and handed the reel to Melissa, but his hands stayed over hers, holding it together with her.

Rachel Royce stood where she was, quietly watching the heartwarming scene between the father and daughter. The man’s gaze, when he looked at Melissa, was always filled with patience and affection.

It was a warmth she could only watch from a distance.

After Melissa had a firm grip, Tristan Sterling straightened up, and as he raised his eyes, his gaze met Rachel Royce’s.

The moment their eyes met, Rachel Royce quickly reacted, breaking his gaze.

"Aunt Evelynn, come over here and fly it with us!" Melissa called out.

Rachel Royce walked over, a smile touching her lips as she looked at her daughter.

Throughout the afternoon, Rachel Royce and Tristan Sterling accompanied Melissa in flying the kite and kicking a ball. There was little conversation between them, not even eye contact. At most, there were accidental touches, from which they would quickly pull back. They did their best to maintain a harmonious front for Melissa.

The weather on the mountain was fickle.

The perfectly fine weather suddenly changed as dark clouds gathered in the sky, threatening rain.

Sure enough, less than twenty minutes later, it began to pour, the rain coming down particularly hard.

Melissa was already a bit tired from playing.

Rachel Royce took her to take a bath and change her clothes.

During this time, Rachel Royce received a call from Thomas Sterling. She handed Melissa over to a maid and went to take the call.

"Rachel, are you not home yet?"

Rachel Royce looked at the rain growing heavier outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. She figured Tristan Sterling didn’t plan on taking Melissa back home.

’Given the circumstances, Melissa definitely won’t let me leave either.’

"Yeah, not yet."

Thomas Sterling didn’t ask any more questions. They chatted for a few more moments before hanging up.

Rachel Royce put down her phone.

As she turned around, she saw the man, who had appeared behind her at some point.

Rachel Royce jumped, saying with displeasure, "What are you doing standing behind me?"

Tristan Sterling said coolly, "What are you so jumpy about? Do you have a guilty conscience?"

Hearing his self-righteous tone, Rachel Royce’s anger flared. "Tristan Sterling, what right do you have to ask me that? Who’s the one with the guilty conscience here?"

Tristan Sterling strode toward her. Rachel Royce stared at him, backing away. As his presence closed in, she found herself pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window.

The man planted one hand on the glass by her ear, his dark eyes fixed deeply on Rachel Royce. In a low, dangerous voice, he said, "There are some things I can do, but you can’t."