Chapter 452: Chapter 452: Saying I Love You From This Moment On (52)
"If I go to work, I’ll have to spend every day with Silas Kent. You wouldn’t mind that?"
"I do!" Tristan Grayson blurted out the two words without a second thought.
"..." Hearing Tristan’s words, Mika Summers lowered her head, her eyes welling with hurt.
She should have been happy that Tristan Grayson was jealous of her working with Silas Kent, but she was also angry with him for saying it.
She really didn’t want to go back to their old married life.
She didn’t want Tristan Grayson to take away her freedom again...
Seeing her hurt expression, Tristan Grayson knew she was probably reading too much into it. "You’re my woman. Of course I mind you working with another man—especially a man who’s interested in you."
Tristan Grayson’s direct, possessive words made Mika Summers’s wounded heart suddenly flutter.
Her cheeks flushed as she looked up. "Then I’ll turn Silas Kent down. I won’t take the job." A woman is probably just this fickle when it comes to the man she loves.
One moment, she was on the verge of tears, but the next, she felt that being cherished by the man she loved was the greatest happiness.
Even if it meant giving up a job she liked...
Looking at her, Tristan Grayson felt like he was seeing the old Mika Summers again.
The old Mika, who always put herself last and made him her entire world.
Thinking back on their past, Tristan Grayson’s heart ached, and he pulled her into a tight hug. "You silly woman. From now on, you don’t have to put yourself second for me. Whatever you like, whatever you want to do, I’ll respect your choice. I trust you."
"Tristan..." Mika Summers was so moved her eyes filled with tears, her voice choked as she said his name.
"Mika, promise me that from now on, you’ll never put yourself second. Not for any reason. Even if I’m being a jerk sometimes, you have to snap me out of it."
Tristan’s words made Mika Summers laugh through her tears. "And what if I’m the one being a jerk?"
"How could you ever be a jerk? My wife is always right! Only Tristan Grayson is allowed to be a jerk, never my wife."
A warmth spread through Mika Summers’s heart. Blinking away her tears, she smiled and asked, "Tristan, what’s gotten into you? You’re suddenly so smooth..."
"Do you like it?" Tristan Grayson asked, his eyes filled with adoration as he gazed at her.
"It’s... all right."
"All right?" Tristan Grayson raised an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied. "So, which is it? Do you like it or not?"
"I said, it’s all right..." Mika Summers said, holding back a laugh as she pushed him away.
’I’m not going to tell him I like it. I’ll just keep it in my heart...’
"I guess you don’t like it, then. I just won’t say it anymore," Tristan Grayson sighed, feigning disappointment as she turned away from him.
At that, Mika Summers spun around and pointed at Tristan Grayson. "You wouldn’t dare!"
Tristan Grayson smiled knowingly. He reached out, took her small hand in his, and said with a roguish grin, "Of course I wouldn’t dare. I plan on telling my darling wife every single day..."
Just then, however, a less-than-opportune voice piped up from behind them. "Daddy, what are you doing?"
Hearing the voice, Mika Summers’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and she immediately tried to push Tristan Grayson away.
But Tristan Grayson held her tight, refusing to let go. She froze, not daring to move a muscle.
A wicked grin spread across Tristan Grayson’s lips. "Honey, shall we go upstairs?"
"No! Kiki’s right here! Y-You—let go of me!"
