Chapter 35
Tristan’s usual gentle expression turned ashen when he saw me bleeding. His gaze shifted to the restless Ethan, and he exchanged a silent signal with someone beside him.
In an instant, a dark figure sprang from Tristan’s side and delivered two swift slaps to Ethan’s face, followed by a powerful kick.
Ethan was still shouting about wanting to kill me when reality suddenly hit him. He awkwardly rose from the ground and was about to lunge at me. But when he saw the person in
front of him, he turned pale,
and his lips began to t
“M–Mr. Zook…”
Tristan stared at him coldly. “Did you hit her?”
Ethan clutched his face, looking
Look! You can see for yourself.”
utterly aggrieved. “It was this crazy Wo
He then turned his face toward Tristan. But Tristan looked away in disgust.
who hit me first!
The burly man beside Tristan, who once seemed unremarkable, now looked menacingly at the
group.
The young, spoiled men fell silent under the man’s intimidating gaze. As soon as they
recognized Tristan, their silence deepened.
Soon, the restaurant’s manager and security guards hurried over.
The manager’s face paled at the sight of Tristan. “Mr. Zook… there must be some misunderstanding.”
He then turned to me with concern. “Ms. Lambert, you’re injured. Please come inside and take a seat. You’re bleeding quite a bit. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Tristan fixed his gaze on Ethan and his group before turning to the manager. In a deep voice, he commanded, “Don’t let any of them leave.”
With the manager and several staff members flanking them, Tristan led me back into the
restaurant.
Back in the lounge, I used the hot towel that the waiter had provided to wipe my face.
“Let me take a look,” Tristan said as he took the towel from me and wiped my hands.
There were a few scratches on my arms, but my face was fine. The blood earlier had just been from a nosebleed.
Tristan carefully examined my hands and feet, his breath tickling my skin as he leaned in
closer.
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I awkwardly pulled my hand away. “I’m fine,” I insisted.
Tristan glanced at me and adjusted his glasses. Whether you’re fine or not isn’t up to you to decide.”
I looked at the row of people standing awkwardly outside the lounge and felt a wave of satisfaction wash over me.
Tristan seemed to see through me. “It seems that you’re feeling pretty proud of yourself, huh?
I pretended not to hear him.
Chloe started chattering beside him. “Mr. Zook, they started it. There’s no way Wyn would have hit them first. She’s usually so timid and gentle.”
Tristan adjusted his glasses and turned to me. “Timid and gentle?”
Chloe was at a loss for words. After all, my sudden outburst had startled her as much as it had startled me.
We had grown up together. We had gotten into mischief and pulled pranks, but she had never witnessed me taking on a group of guys all on my own and sending them running away, scared.
Tristan took my slender hand in his and asked, “Does it hurt?”
My hand was red and swollen from the force of slapping those guys so hard.
I nodded and admitted, “A little. But those bastards deserved it.”
Tristan grabbed an ice pack and pressed it against my hand. “Try not to be so impulsive next time,” he said slowly.
I hummed noncommittally.
He continued, “Before you hit someone, make sure you have something handy. What if you hurt your hand?”
I just stared at him blankly, while Chloe’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Just then, a commotion broke out outside.
I frowned and turned to look.
Jameson was now there, and he was striding toward us with a dark expression. Ethan began talking to him while gesturing to his face and injured arm.
When the others spotted Jameson, it was as if they had seen their savior. They crowded around him to voice their complaints.
Chloe and I exchanged glances.
“What a bummer!” Chloe murmured.
