Chapter 300: Chapter 300: Tristan Sterling, You’re Never Going to Stop, Are You?
Chapter 300: Tristan Sterling, Are You Ever Going to Stop?!
Rachel Royce sat on the other side. "For someone to dare and pull a stunt on you so openly here, and for you to be the one who fell for it... It seems you’re pretty easy to mess with." Tristan Sterling turned his head to look at her, his tone playful and nonchalant. "You’re right. So you’d better stick by my side and keep an eye on things." Rachel narrowed her eyes at him. A strange, uneasy feeling suddenly welled up inside her. Thinking about what had just happened, she suddenly felt he had done it on purpose.
「A while later.」
"You really are a schemer." She now suddenly suspected he had been like this back then, too. But thinking about it carefully, that seemed unlikely. After all, he had truly loathed her back then, always remaining serious and unsmiling even in professional settings.
Tristan Sterling just smiled, his gaze falling on the clean clothes beside him. "You can help me change." Rachel Royce turned her head away, pointedly ignoring him.
Tristan Sterling didn’t get angry. He reached for the shirt and pants and immediately began to untie his bathrobe.
Rachel Royce noticed his movement and immediately grew wary. "What are you doing?" The sash of his bathrobe was already hanging loose, as if it would slide off his body at any moment, revealing a wide expanse of chest, his well-built, toned physique, and a hint of long, powerful legs.
Tristan Sterling said, "If you won’t help me change, I’ll have to do it myself." Rachel stared at him. "Don’t you know you can go change in the bathroom?" A flirtatious glint appeared in Tristan Sterling’s eyes. "We’re husband and wife. What’s there to be afraid of?" Rachel whipped her head around and got up to walk toward the door.
The man took a long stride and stretched out an arm to block Rachel Royce, immediately feigning weakness. "If you don’t want to see, I’ll go change in the bathroom." Tristan Sterling went into the bathroom to change.
「After a while.」
A voice called out from the bathroom. "Honey." Hearing this, Rachel’s face darkened. She snapped, "What do you want now?" The man leaned out, only his upper body visible. "Come blow-dry my hair for me." Rachel retorted, "Don’t you have hands?" The man walked out, his shirt unbuttoned. He had long since lost his usual noble and aloof air. His short hair was a mess, and he exuded a roguish charm that was both devilish and unrestrained.
Rachel Royce stared at the approaching man.
Tristan Sterling bent down and took her hand. "You do it for me." He plugged in the blow-dryer, handed it to Rachel Royce, and then sat down on a stool, waiting for her to dry his hair.
At the villa, he had a personal stylist and a wardrobe consultant every day. He always wore his hair slicked back, a style that matched his cold, steady temperament.
Now, his hair was completely soaked, with water dripping from the ends.
Rachel Royce was suddenly struck by an idea. She turned on the blow-dryer and began to blast his hair haphazardly. His hair wasn’t soft; it was rather thick and coarse.
Tristan Sterling let her do as she pleased.
「Ten minutes later.」
Rachel Royce turned off the blow-dryer. The man’s short hair was now a complete, unstyled mess thanks to her efforts.
Tristan Sterling was someone who cared a great deal about his personal image. No matter the situation, he was always perfectly calm and composed, without a single flaw to be found. It seemed nothing and no one could ever rattle him enough to make him lose control and disregard his appearance.
Now, Rachel Royce looked at the man in the mirror. His face was truly flawless, perfect from every angle. Her mood improved slightly. She asked, "Satisfied?" Tristan Sterling raised a hand and ran his fingers through his hair. The simple gesture did little to style it, but it added a wild, unrestrained flair, a complete departure from his usual mature demeanor.
He turned slightly, and with one long arm, he effortlessly pulled her into his embrace, making her sit on his lap.
"Tristan Sterling—" The man suddenly lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her soft lips. This time, it was a light, fleeting touch. The kiss was gentle, his lips lingering for just a moment with a tender affection.
Rachel Royce stared blankly at the man before her. A beam of light from the window fell upon him, casting a soft halo around him. His gaze was deep and focused, as if he were looking at the woman he loved more than anything in the world.
"Of course, I’m very satisfied." His voice was so gentle, like a spring breeze brushing against her heart, or like a vast ocean capable of embracing her entirely.
「In that instant.」
Rachel Royce had the illusion of being deeply cherished by him.
But she quickly snapped out of it, glaring at him before pushing him away and sitting up.
Tristan Sterling didn’t stop her. He stood up as well, reaching for her hand again. "I haven’t buttoned my shirt yet." Rachel pulled her hand back, turning to look at him with impatience. "Tristan Sterling, are you ever going to stop?!" Just then,
A phone started vibrating.
It was Tristan Sterling’s phone.
He strode forward, picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and answered.
It was a call from Jason Sinclair, who teased, "Not done yet?" Tristan Sterling retorted, "Do you think this is a good time to call?" Jason laughed. "Fine, fine, but hurry it up. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have invited you today. You and Evelynn could have just stayed home and had your fun." Tristan Sterling hung up the phone.
Then he finished buttoning his shirt and getting dressed.
"Let’s go!" Tristan Sterling reached for the woman’s hand, but Rachel Royce dodged him and strode out the door.
The man’s hand came up empty. He gave a helpless little smile, watched Rachel Royce’s retreating back, and followed her out.
The two of them went downstairs.
Tristan Sterling walked behind Rachel Royce. While the woman’s face was dark, the man behind her looked to be in a very good mood, the very picture of smug satisfaction.
The people downstairs watched them with varying expressions.
Rachel Royce went to find Melissa.
Tristan Sterling walked over to the sofa by the card table, where Franklin Fitzwilliam had been temporarily called over to take his place.
Jason Sinclair teased, "Had your fun? You really are something." Tristan Sterling’s gaze shifted toward Charlton Lawrence, and a cold, oppressive aura emanated from him.
Meeting the man’s sharp, cold gaze, Charlton Lawrence couldn’t help but feel a surge of panic.
In their circle, countless women adored Tristan Sterling, falling for his god-like looks and charisma.
Because the Lawrence Family was part of the Sterling Family’s social circle, the two had known each other for a long time.
She was the one with the best credentials to get close to Tristan Sterling, and arguably the most obsessed. When Tristan Sterling went to the United States to start his business, Anna Lawrence had followed him there.
Since childhood, she had told her family she would marry Tristan Sterling one day, declaring her love boldly and openly.
But Tristan Sterling wasn’t interested in Anna Lawrence’s type. Whether it was her appearance or the soft, demure temperament that men found so pleasing, she was no match for Claire Ainsworth. Claire Ainsworth’s status and background were no less impressive than Anna Lawrence’s, giving Anna no advantage whatsoever.
Tristan Sterling had warned the Lawrence Family years ago, after which they sent Anna Lawrence abroad. She now had a marriage alliance arranged.
She had originally accepted her reality.
But the moment she saw Tristan Sterling again today, her heart once again became uncontrollably captivated by him.
’I could accept losing to Claire Ainsworth,’ she thought. ’I assumed he would marry her. But to see him with another woman now... and a woman of such incredibly common status and background at that!’
