Tristan Grayson's heart trembled slightly as he listened to her. "Mm, don't worry. I'll wake you."
"You have to wake me. You're not allowed to lie to me again this time." Maggie Monroe was still uneasy. Every time she had asked him to wake her, he never once actually did. She was terrified—terrified she would fall asleep and never wake up again.
"I won't lie to you. Go to sleep."
"Mm." Maggie Monroe nodded obediently and closed her eyes.
Looking at the woman on the bed, Tristan Grayson's eyes were filled with desolate sorrow.
He sat by the bed, just watching over her in silence. He didn't know how much longer days like this would last.
The next morning, Mika Summers was woken by a knock on her door.
She rubbed her puffy, sleep-swollen eyes and sat up in bed, dazed.
The next moment, however, her composure shattered.
"Miss Summers, please open the door! Our Young Master Grayson is waiting for you downstairs right now."
"What? Tristan Grayson?" She jolted fully awake, scrambling out of bed to get dressed.
She knew Tristan Grayson all too well. He could make others wait for him, but it was a disaster if he was the one kept waiting.
In a frantic rush, she got herself ready, grabbed her backpack, and ran out.
'In the three years they were married, when had Tristan Grayson ever come looking for her? Why was he here now, after they were divorced?'
'How strange. Didn't he just say I only had to keep the secret?'
As soon as she got downstairs, she saw Tristan Grayson sitting in a car, his face cold and stern as he stared at his watch.
She tried to calm herself, suppressing the fear of Tristan Grayson that welled up from the bottom of her heart. "You were looking for me?"
"Get in." Tristan Grayson gave her a superior look, ordering her with those two simple words.
Hearing his frigid voice, Mika Summers didn't dare ask any more questions. She quickly got into the car and sat down beside him.
Seeing her in the car, Tristan Grayson spoke coldly to the driver in front. "Drive." With that, he leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes.
"Yes."
Before long, the sound of Tristan Grayson's steady breathing filled the car.
Mika Summers secretly glanced up at Tristan Grayson. Seeing that he was already asleep, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
In the three years she was married to Tristan Grayson, they had rarely sat side-by-side in a car like this.
Tristan Grayson disliked her—in fact, you could even say he hated her. She didn't know why he hated her so much. But based on his attitude toward her, she could always feel it: Tristan Grayson hated her.
About an hour later, they arrived at the Grayson Family villa in the suburbs, having driven from the city center.
The car came to a stop. Just as she was hesitating over whether to wake Tristan Grayson, he opened his eyes.
He shot her a cold glance, then opened his door and got out first.
Tristan Grayson was an excellent actor. The moment he stepped out of the car, his face had already changed to a gentle smile. He walked over to her side, opened her door, and invited her out like a perfect gentleman.
Her heart ached viciously at the sight of his hypocritical, affected act.
'When they had just gotten married, she had been completely fooled by this same facade.'
'Back then, she had been so naive, thinking she had married her Prince Charming.'
Seeing that she wasn't moving, the expression on Tristan Grayson's face began to stiffen. He warned her in a low voice, "Don't forget, you signed a contract. Now, get out of the car."
She pulled back her wandering thoughts, placed her hand in Tristan Grayson's, and gave him a deeply affectionate smile as she stepped out of the car.
"Brother, Sister-in-law, you're back!" Just then, Tristan Grayson's younger sister, Tiana Grayson, came running out of the house.