Tristan Grayson was stunned to be so inexplicably yelled at by this woman. 'She's getting bolder and bolder,' he thought. 'How dare she yell at me? I was just trying to show some concern, and she repays me by rejecting my kindness?'
This realization made Tristan Grayson so angry he stormed out of the room. If she was going to be so ungrateful, why should he bother caring about her? For all he cared, she could puke herself to death.
However, when Tristan Grayson walked out and saw the mess on the living room coffee table, his entire expression darkened.
Two red wine bottles lay toppled on the table. One wasn't empty, its contents still spilling out. As for the food, two of the dishes were clearly more than half-eaten.
'So that woman actually drank nearly two whole bottles of red wine by herself?'
This woman was driving him mad. 'Does she have to drive me to an early grave before she finally learns her place?'
