She clenched her fists tightly, swallowing the hurt and indignation she felt. She shot upright and pointed at Tristan Grayson. "Tristan Grayson, get out!"
'I'm pregnant now,' she thought. 'Can't he just leave me alone and let me have some peace and quiet?'
Tristan Grayson's simmering anger vanished without a trace the moment he saw her deathly pale face. In its place, his heart twisted into a tight knot. He sat worriedly on the edge of the bed and asked urgently, "What's wrong? Why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"
Mika Summers looked up, her eyes filled with a storm of complicated emotions as she gazed at the man before her.
'Just a moment ago, he was relentlessly humiliating me. And now?'
'Is he actually worried about me? And he looks so concerned, too?'
She gave a self-mocking laugh. 'Tristan Grayson, which one of you is the real you?'
