'Wasn't he the one who used to be most afraid of outsiders discovering her identity?'
Even when he needed her to act and return to the Grayson Family's home, he would send people to pick her up. It was only when they were close to the suburbs that she would get into his car and go back with him.
But now? Ever since their divorce, Tristan Grayson was like a different person, coming to bother her again and again.
'Doesn't he know that his actions would make her misunderstand? That they would give her false hope and make her cling to him endlessly...'
She loved him, so deeply. If Tristan was just a little bit nicer to her, she wouldn't want to let him go; she'd want to be with him forever...
As she thought about all this, her eyes reddened, and the sight of Tristan before her blurred. She lowered her head, fighting to swallow the tears that threatened to spill. She couldn't cry. She couldn't make Tristan angry.
