you chose her so i married better 77
Chapter 77
Tristan stood at the door, his face utterly stormy. He had just finished a board meeting, and he was inexplicably irritated.
On a whim, he had told Liam to drive straight to Blossom Studio. He told himself that he was just there to see if Genevieve had listened to him and not wandered off.
But it seemed he had come at a bad time.
The smile on Greg’s face stiffened a little before he straightened his back. Then he silently stepped in front of Genevieve, blocking Tristan’s aggressive gaze.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at Tristan, a hint of hostility seeping through his gentle demeanor.
“It’s been a long time, Mr. Hale,” he said.
Tristan, however, didn’t even bother to spare a glance at him.
He strode right past Greg, heading straight for Genevieve and grabbing her wrist.
“Come home with me,” he said.
His grip was so tight that it made Genevieve’s brows furrow in pain.
“Tristan, have you lost your mind?” she hissed.
“Lost my mind?” Tristan asked before suddenly cradling his injured arm.
He let out a dull groan, and his body swayed a little before he said, “My arm feels a little off.”
Genevieve was speechless. She wanted to tell him to just go on and act as much as he wanted to.
Still, she was the reason he had gotten injured, after all. So, she said, “Let me have a look.”
She went over to check on his injuries, but Tristan didn’t give her a chance. His grip on her wrist didn’t loosen at all as he forcibly dragged her out of there.
“Let’s go home and apply medicine,” he said.
“Gen-”
Greg took a step forward, wanting to stop Tristan. Yet the latter turned around and shot him a sharp look full of warning.
Greg’s steps faltered abruptly.
Tristan and Genevieve said nothing the whole way home. As they walked into the apartment, the door was slammed shut
behind them.
Tristan pinned Genevieve against the door, and she pushed him away.
“The medical kit,” he growled as he stared at her, his gaze filled with inscrutable emotions.
He was like an enraged beast that had been cornered.
Gritting her teeth, Genevieve took the medical kit out of the cabinet in the entryway and threw it onto the coffee table.
“Take it off yourself,” she said icily.
Tristan gazed at her deeply without saying a word. Following her orders, he sat on the couch, clumsily undid the buttons of his shirt, and slowly peeled away the bloodstained bandages. He was so rough that it was as though he couldn’t feel any pain.
As expected, his blood had seeped through the freshly changed gauze. The skin around his wounds was swollen because of
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the tugging earlier, making it look terrifying.
Genevieve’s blazing fury subsided a little the moment she saw all the blood. Accepting her fate, she walked over and went down on one knee in front of the couch. Then, she took out the tweezers, a cotton ball, and disinfectant solution before taking care of his wounds in silence.
Neither of them uttered a single word throughout the entire process, but Tristan’s gaze remained locked on her.
Finally, the wounds were taken care of.
Genevieve carefully wrapped his arm with gauze. Just as she finished tying the last knot and was ready to pack everything up,
Tristan grabbed
hest.
She lifted her gaze to meet his unfathomable eyes.
Finally, he said, “Genevieve, stay away from him.”
She struggled hard, but he held her wrist tighter.
“Why should I listen to you? Aren’t you being a little too nosy?” asked Genevieve.
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