After about half an hour, Mika Summers finally came out.
When Mika Summers saw Tristan Grayson sitting in the back seat smoking, she stopped in her tracks. A flurry of complex, sorrowful emotions flashed through her eyes.
'Mika Summers, oh, Mika Summers, are you really so hopeless? No matter what terrible things Tristan Grayson does to you, the moment you see him, you're completely captivated. That fluttering in your heart is always the first thing to surface.'
'Mika, haven't you been tormented enough by him? Why do you have to like him so much?'
'Shouldn't you hate him? He stripped you of your last shred of dignity. Why do you still like him? Why?'
After finishing his cigarette, Tristan Grayson looked at the woman standing dumbly outside the car. He frowned and said coldly, "Get in the car."
"..." Swallowing the pain in her heart, she forced herself into the car with a pained expression and sat down beside Tristan Grayson.
