Chapter 231 How Can You Not Understand Me Either?
Katniss keenly sensed something was wrong with him. She stuffed the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth, walked over to him, and her gaze fell into the drawer.
A slight smell wafted into her nostrils, and she frowned, blurting out, "That wasn't me!"
Tristan turned to look at her, his eyes filled with disappointment. "It's just you and me here. If it wasn't you, was it me?"
Katniss moved her lips but couldn't say anything for a long time.
Tristan's profile was tense. Last night, when he brought her out of the bathroom, she had refused, and she had mentioned pregnancy more than once before.
"Grandma doesn't understand me. How can you not understand me either?" His question was like a knife, stabbing deeply into Katniss's heart.
She was in pain, and she felt sorry for him too!
How could she not understand his firm stance against having children?
"I do understand you. Calm down and listen to my explanation. That day..." Seeing the inexplicable emotion gradually replacing the look in Tristan's eyes, she suddenly felt powerless and couldn't speak.
"Katniss, I'm so disappointed." The words from Tristan's thin lips as he turned and left.
In an instant, his narrow eyes turned slightly red, and he walked away quickly, not wanting her to see.
The room was filled with Tristan's presence, and Katniss's mind was full of his disappointed gaze and tone.
Her legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move, so she didn't chase after him.
She had forgotten to tell Tristan about Adelaide coming over, so how could she explain it now?
After a long time, she got up, tidied her long hair, and left with a heavy heart.
On the way to the Brown family, she thought it over and pulled the car to the side of the road, sending Tristan a message on Facebook. [I understand you.]
It was just a short sentence, and then she didn't know what else to say.
The atmosphere in the car was heavy, and Ryan was careful even with his breathing. He glanced at Tristan through the rearview mirror. "Mr. Forbes, how should we handle the online news about Ms. Grey?"
Tristan's deep eyes moved slightly. After a long time, he raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Suppress it, and have someone follow her based on her recent whereabouts to prevent any unforeseen events."
After saying this, he saw the message from Katniss. He fixed his gaze on that sentence without responding.
Ryan saw that Tristan was still unhappy and thought it was because of the online discussions about Katniss.
So, as soon as they arrived at the company, he immediately worked to suppress the news. Once the news was mostly suppressed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought Tristan's mood would improve, but throughout the day, Tristan remained gloomy.
Any small mistake by the employees would result in a severe scolding from him.
Ryan and Daniel stayed by his side, trembling with fear.
As evening approached and it was almost time to get off work, Daniel tried to lighten the mood. "Mr. Forbes, you've worked hard all day. I haven't been much help, really ashamed. Leave the rest of the work to me, and you should go home to Ms. Grey!"
Tristan paused his busy actions, squinting slightly, and took a cigarette from the pack on the table. "The project is at its most critical stage. I feel more at ease overseeing it myself. You two can leave first. I'll finish up and then go."
Hearing this, Ryan and Daniel were stunned.
Tristan used to skip lunch to finish work early so he could go home sooner in the evening.
Now he was working overtime for something not very important?
"I see," Daniel nodded repeatedly. "This is an invisible way of protecting Ms. Grey. Many reporters are watching your every move. You are staying late to avoid them!"
Ryan suddenly understood, "I get it too. You are so good to Ms. Grey!"
The more they talked, the darker Tristan's face became.
Protecting her seemed to have become an instinctive choice.
"Shut up, both of you. Go home." The cold words slipped from his thin lips, interrupting Daniel and Ryan.
He got up and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking one cigarette after another, staring at the people coming and going at the company entrance, his mind full of Katniss.
Katniss's meeting with the Brown family went smoothly. Yesterday's events had spread widely, and others knew how much Tristan valued her, so they treated her well.
After the meeting, she went to an educational institution, and before she knew it, it was evening.
She glanced at her empty phone. Tristan hadn't replied to her Facebook message, nor had he called.
Her heart felt empty. After a long time, she pulled herself together and headed home, stopping halfway to buy some groceries.
She planned to cook dinner at home and have a good talk with Tristan when he returned.
The empty house was filled with Tristan's presence. She went into the kitchen.
Following online tutorials, she prepared dinner, making dishes that Tristan loved.
It was her first time cooking, and she made a mess of the kitchen.
However, she managed to make the four dishes, although they smelled ordinary and didn't look great.
After finishing the dishes, she sat at the dining table, watching the time tick by.
In the blink of an eye, it was eight o'clock, and the dishes had gone cold.
She got up and reheated them.
In the end, she decided to call Tristan. Watching the familiar numbers on the screen, she felt inexplicably nervous and expectant.
But the phone was suddenly hung up, leaving her feeling instantly disappointed.
She involuntarily replayed the scene of Tristan leaving in the morning, which made her chest tighten so much that breathing became difficult.
Maybe he was busy, she comforted herself and sent Tristan another text message.
[I made dinner. When will you be back? Let's talk.]
Her message went unanswered, as if it had sunk into the sea.
Only the dining room light was on in the large house, casting a brilliant light on her, making her look even more lonely and desolate.
She originally had no expression, but as time passed, her face was full of disappointment.
Ever since Tristan returned to Velvet City, Synergy Global Corporation was handed back to him to manage, following Adelaide's suggestion.
So whether it was his project with Daniel or anything else, it was all handled at Synergy Global Corporation.
In the large office, Eudora stood in front of the desk, her eyes cold as she hung up Katniss's call.
She then deleted the message Katniss had just sent and placed the phone back in its original position.
She thought that they had a fight, so it was no wonder Tristan looked so upset.
She raised an eyebrow, a slight smile forming on her lips. Hearing a noise from the lounge, she immediately put on a magnanimous look. "What kind of soup could make you throw up? Grandma told me to watch you drink it. If I had known it was so bad, I wouldn't have given it to you."
Tristan's face was gloomy. The soup tasted okay.
But after finishing it and seeing the ingredients at the bottom of the bowl, he realized what it was.
He hadn't eaten much all day, and his stomach churned, making him throw up.
"Next time Grandma asks you to bring soup, just deal with it yourself." He sat down at the desk, glancing at his watch. It was already past nine.
His gaze involuntarily fell on his phone. He opened it and saw nothing.
Irritated, he tugged at his tie, unbuttoning two buttons on his shirt, and said without looking up, "It's late. You should go home."
"Aren't you going home?" Eudora asked while packing up the lunchbox. "It's so late; Katniss must be worried at home."
Mentioning Katniss made Tristan's already furrowed brow tighten even more. "Don't worry about it. Go home."
Seeing this, Eudora was sure that Katniss and Tristan had fought. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Grandma asked me to take a photo to report back to her. Just sit there, and I'll take one."
She put the lunchbox aside, took out her phone, and snapped a photo of Tristan resting in his chair before he could react.
Hearing the shutter sound, a trace of impatience crossed his brow. "Are you done?"
Eudora reluctantly put her phone away. "Yes. I'm leaving now."
With that, she picked up the lunchbox and left, her movements crisp and quick. Soon, there was no trace of her in the office.
The irritation in Tristan's chest, however, wouldn't dissipate. He opened Katniss's Facebook again and again.
His long fingers flew across the screen, typing out a line of text only to delete it.
He put the phone back at a distance, his chiseled face tense. The sudden ringing of the phone made his eyelids lift instantly.
Without waiting to see who was calling, he swiped to answer.
Nicholas's loud voice came from the other end, "Tristan, Katniss sent me a message saying 'people are different.' What does that mean?"
"I don't know," Tristan replied curtly, about to hang up.
Nicholas quickly stopped him, "Don't hang up. I'm in trouble here. Katniss gave me advice, and you're ignoring it. You're being too unrighteous to ignore me like this.You must know what 'people are different' means. Explain it to me!"
Tristan responded with the sound of lighting a cigarette and taking deep drags.
Nicholas, realizing something was wrong, asked, "What's going on? Why are you smoking at night? Did you have a fight?"
"Anything else?" Tristan avoided the question. "If not, I'm hanging up."
This time, no matter how Nicholas shouted, Tristan hung up the phone.
Listening to the busy tone, Nicholas felt like he suddenly had an epiphany. Despite it being late at night, he went downstairs, got in his car, and drove straight to Saskia's place.
Saskia was already asleep and was woken up by his knocking.
"Nicholas, are you crazy?" Saskia, still sleepy, had her short hair in a mess and looked disheveled.
She was wearing a lace dress, barely covering herself.
Nicholas's eyes darkened, and he felt a surge of desire.
"Yes," he replied woodenly.
Saskia was momentarily speechless. After a few seconds of silence, she called him an "idiot" and tried to close the door.
Nicholas quickly pushed the door open with all his strength. Saskia, half-asleep and groggy, had little strength.
The door's resistance pushed her back several steps, her body hitting the wall in the hallway, making her wince in pain.
Before she could protest Nicholas's violent behavior, the light in front of her dimmed. She looked up only to have Nicholas's lips crash down on hers.
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