you chose her so i married better 82
Chapter 82
Tristan lowered his gaze to look at the woman in his arms, who had suddenly become meek.
Genevieve tilted her face up. Her eyes, which were usually icy, were curved into crescents as she smiled. She looked flirtatious as she fluttered her lashes.
He saw through her act at a glance, yet he didn’t expose her. In fact, he found it extremely interesting.
Tristan let out a chuckle and embraced Genevieve more tightly.
Nuzzling his chin against the top of her head, he said, “I’ll leave the decision to you. I just wonder… Do you think this Lambert girl is spoiled? Would it be easy to raise her?”
The smile on Stella’s face stiffened.
She was no fool. It was clear that the handsome man and this bad woman were in cahoots. The person she wanted to protect didn’t need her protection at all.
She was so angry that she stomped her feet and said, “Y–you guys are in cahoots! You guys are all bad people!”
Genevieve leaned against Tristan’s solid chest, opening her eyes lazily as she said, “You’re right. So are you going to leave by yourself, or should we lend you a hand?”
“I’m not leaving!” Stella shouted.
She was a little princess who had been spoiled rotten by Sylvia, after all. In her book, backing down was never an option.
She turned around and ran to the other corner of the living room, slamming the door shut.
Genevieve raised her eyebrows and finally extricated herself from Tristan’s arms. Looking up, she met his gaze with a subtle smile. “Have you had enough of the show, Mr. Hale?”
Tristan leisurely pretended to wipe away the nonexistent smile on his lips with a finger, but his gaze remained playful.
“It’s not enough. The show’s just begun. It’s just getting exciting,” he answered.
He lowered his gaze and noticed that Genevieve’s feet were still bare.
With a frown, he said, “Put on your slippers.”
The fleeting warmth Genevieve had felt when he played along with her instantly faded.
“Mind your business,” she hissed.
She pursed her lips and returned to her room, paying no mind to him anymore.
She had almost forgotten that he was a jerk through and through. With a big jerk and a new small jerk there, her apartment had become a shelter for jerks.
That night, the international financial news channel was playing on the huge LCD TV. Dressed in a sharp suit, the host analyzed the latest movement in the stock market.
Tristan had changed into comfortable gray loungewear and was reclining on the couch with his long legs crossed, looking leisurely. He was holding a cup of chamomile tea that Genevieve had just made, his gaze fixed on the screen.
Stella had finished washing up and had changed into adorable pink pajamas.
Her brows furrowed tightly when she saw what was playing on the TV.
“I want to watch the Snow Princess movie!”
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She ran up to Tristan and reached out her little hand as if she had every right.
Tristan didn’t even shift his gaze. All he did was say, “Noisy.”
“You’re the noisy one!” Stella refuted, infuriated by his dismissive attitude.
“It’s time for cartoon shows now! You’re not allowed to watch this! Hand me the remote!” she shouted.
Finally, Tristan’s gaze shifted from the TV to her little face as she huffed and puffed.
Yet instead of giving her the remote, he calmly changed the channel to yet another financial news channel.
“This is not your apartment. You don’t have the final say,” he said calmly.
“You-”
Stella lost her patience and lunged at him, trying to snatch the remote out of his hand.
However, Tristan only had to raise his arm, and the remote was completely out of Stella’s reach.
Stella just kept jumping around him like a kitten being teased, yet she couldn’t even touch a corner of the remote at all.
When her plan didn’t work, she immediately used her ultimate weapon–tears.
She plopped onto the carpet and threw a tantrum, swinging both her arms and her legs.
“You’re bullying me! You’re a big, bad bully! I’m going to tell my mom and ask her to get someone to beat you up!” Stella bawled at the top of her lungs.