Chapter 58
“How dare you!” Xandra exclaimed.
She lost her composure for a moment but quickly recollected herself.
She was well aware that this was a public place. More importantly, Tristan was here.
Cautious of Tristan’s status, they were unlikely to criticize me here.
The uncomfortable tension was further heightened.
This time, no one initiated the conversation until the food was served.
Tristan took the plate of lamb chop in front of me, carefully cut it into pieces, and handed the plate back to me.
Looking at the sizzling lamb chops, I flashed him a warm smile. “Thank you, Tristan.”
Jameson suddenly interjected, “Wynonna doesn’t like lamb chops.”
Tristan raised an eyebrow.
Jameson added, “We’ve been married for five years. I know better than anyone her food preferences. She hates lamb.”
1 speared a slice of lamb with my fork and happily ate it.
“Actually, I love lamb chops. It’s been my favorite since I was a child,” I said, directing my words at Tristan.
Tristan’s gaze softened with affection. “I thought so. I remember your brother telling me you loved lamb chops.”
Jameson’s gaze darkened. He shot Tristan a menacing look. “Mr. Zook, she’s just saying that to provoke me. She hates lamb!”
As he spoke, he stared at me intensely, as if to seek validation.
I completely ignored him.
I speared another slice and happily savored it.
Tristan said calmly, “Mr. Brown, have you ever considered that she only told you she doesn’t like lamb simply because you didn’t like it?”
The displeasure on Jameson’s face was instantly replaced with shock.
“Wyn, when you told me you didn’t like lamb, was it really because of me?” he asked.
I lowered my gaze and replied calmly, “Mr. Brown, I have amnesia. I can’t recall what I said or did
Jameson’s face paled, and his lips trembled slightly. It seemed as if he was struggling to process his thoughts.
Trying to ease the tension, Xandra chuckled. “Mr. Zook, I was wondering if you would be able to attend my solo performance? It would mean a lot to me.”
She then pulled out a beautifully designed ticket from her bag. “This is a VIP front–row seat. There are only 15 of these seats available…”
Before she could finish, Tristan pushed the ticket aside and said, “Sorry, I won’t be free, Ms.
Clark.”
Xandra’s smile froze. She awkwardly held onto the ticket, unsure of how to react.
Tristan had rejected her before even looking at the date on the ticket. It was obvious that he was trying to embarrass her.
Suddenly, there was a loud thud on the table. Jameson had slammed his fork down forcefully on the table.
His expression was tense. It seemed as if he was holding back a storm of emotions.
“Mr. Zook, I don’t recall having bad blood with you. Why are you so against me and Xandra?”
Xandra put on a pitiful expression as if she had been terribly wronged.
She said, “Jameson, please calm down. Perhaps Mr. Zook misunderstood us. After all, Wynonna has been staying with him… she might have said something to give him the wrong impression.”
She stole a glance at Tristan and said, “Mr. Zook, could you give us a chance to explain? We
mean no harm to Ms. Lambert.”
Tristan glanced at her briefly. He replied coldly, “Ms. Clark, I barely know you, and I’ve only met Mr. Brown a few times. But I’ve known Wyn since she was a child. I know her character better than anyone.”
He turned his gaze toward Jameson and a small smirk appeared on his lips. “Mr. Brown, how can a man use a woman’s money to save his company, yet still not treat her right? I genuinely think that that’s irresponsible behavior.”
I inhaled sharply.
Tristan’s words made his stance clear. He was taking my side. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have said something so harsh.
