Tristan Grayson held her tightly, comforting her in a soft voice. "I'm not going to die. I won't. I have you now. How could I bear to die?"
"Tristan Grayson, you bastard! If you dare lie to me, or if you ever meddle in another woman's business again, I swear you'll never see me again!"
"I swear, from now on, any woman who isn't my wife is none of my business. Even if one of them dropped dead in front of me, I wouldn't even blink."
"Hmph. Stop with the pretty words, Tristan Grayson. I want you to prove it with your actions." Mika Summers pouted, hugging him tightly. "And another thing—from now on, you're not going anywhere without my permission," she added in a bossy, cold tone.
"Okay, okay, okay. From now on, I'm not going anywhere without an order from my dear wife! I'll just stay right here with my dear wife!"
A few sweet words from Tristan Grayson were all it took to finally soothe Mika Summers's anger.
