Chapter 238 Absolutely No Mistake
Katniss's eyes were clear and deep. After a few seconds of eye contact with him, she looked away.
Acting like she hadn't seen him, she tossed her bag on the couch and sat down, shooting a message to Saskia.
She straight-up asked why Tristan was there, clearly pissed that Saskia had betrayed her trust.
Saskia quickly sent a voice message, trying to explain. "Don't get the wrong idea. We brought Tristan here to apologize to you! Whether you forgive him or not, he needs to say sorry!"
The room was super quiet, and Tristan's focus was entirely on Katniss. With the phone on speaker, it was impossible for him not to hear.
Feeling a bit uneasy, he leaned against the window, his posture a little stiff, his gaze still locked on Katniss.
She raised an eyebrow, seemingly satisfied that he was there to apologize.
After sending another message to Saskia, she leaned back on the couch and fiddled with her phone.
He shifted slightly, walked over to Katniss, and stood in front of her, blocking the light above her head.
A shadow fell, and Katniss lifted her eyelids slightly, her lips parting as she said, "Move aside."
Tristan frowned, sat down beside her, and his presence suddenly enveloped her.
Since he didn't make any further moves, she ignored him.
Although she was looking at her phone, her attention was involuntarily drawn to him as he just sat there.
His profile was tense, extremely uneasy, a rare sight.
The arrival of Nicholas and Saskia broke the awkwardness.
The two burst in energetically, stopping in their tracks when they saw Katniss and Tristan sitting together.
"Made up so quickly?" Saskia said, a bit disappointed. "Katniss, you're spineless!"
"Impossible," Nicholas lightly nudged Saskia's arm and nodded towards Tristan. "If they had made up, they wouldn't be sitting on the couch; they would be in bed."
Saskia sighed in relief, walked in, put down her bag, and sat next to Katniss.
Katniss turned her head and finally looked at Tristan, their eyes meeting. She was the first to speak, "Did they call me out here just to sit around with you?"
"Ryan didn't tell me you invited me to lunch yesterday. Otherwise, I wouldn't have signed that project and would never have turned you down to have lunch with Lila," Tristan spoke directly, frowning seriously, his chiseled features very solemn.
"So, it's Ryan's fault?" Katniss crossed her arms, smiled slightly, and asked, "Then why didn't you answer my calls or reply to the messages?"Tristan was stunned, repeatedly checking his phone. "When did you call or message me on Facebook?"
To prove his innocence, he handed his phone to Katniss.
Katniss leaned back, "I wouldn't dare check your phone. Besides, you might have deleted the calls and messages beforehand. What's the point of me checking?"
"Katniss!" Tristan's tone intensified, her sarcastic tone making him panic.
Seeing that Tristan didn't seem to be lying, Nicholas said, "See, it's all a misunderstanding. Once it's cleared up, everything will be fine, right? You two have been entangled for so long. Isn't it ridiculous to let this cause a scene?"
"A misunderstanding?" Katniss looked at Tristan coldly. "Blaming Ryan for not telling you about lunch, blaming the phone for not receiving messages, and saying the condom issue was my doing. Mr. Forbes, you have no faults at all. So, what are we even talking about?"
With that, she grabbed her bag and stood up to leave.
Misunderstandings were minor; the real issue between them was the tampered condom.
She was genuinely angry, her long hair flowing, every strand showing her frustration.
Tristan stood up, grabbed her wrist, and stopped her, his deep, magnetic voice saying, "I was wrong!"
"I don't dare accept that. When have you ever been wrong?" Katniss struggled a bit but couldn't shake off his hand.
She glanced at the veins on the back of his hand, more pronounced than usual, clearly using all his strength, unwilling to let her go.
Nicholas got up quickly, pulling Saskia out. "Tristan is getting anxious. We can't watch this anymore, or he'll come after us later!"
"But what if he bullies Katniss?" Saskia didn't want to leave, pulling on the door as Nicholas pushed her out.
"Don't you see how Katniss has him eating out of her hand? Bully her? Seriously?" Nicholas could almost see Tristan's spirit crushed.
He really wanted to stay and watch, but the consequences wouldn't allow it!
Saskia kept saying she wanted to help Katniss fight Tristan, but in reality, she didn't dare.
When she heard Tristan shout "I was wrong," she knew her task was half done.
Actually, she did nothing; it was Katniss who had the upper hand!
The closing door cut off their murmuring, and before Katniss could react, she was suddenly pulled into Tristan's arms by the force on her wrist.
His chest was hard, and her nose hit it, instantly feeling sore, her eyes welling up with tears.
He held her tightly, lowering his head to plant a kiss on her forehead. "I shouldn't have lost my temper with you that day."She pressed her hand to his chest, her eyelids drooping slightly. A hint of a sneer curled her lips. "So, you still think I poked holes in the condom?"
Tristan's lips pressed together as he gazed at her, the growing disappointment in her eyes making him anxious.
"It wasn't you. It was Grandma," he said, belatedly realizing the mistake after checking the surveillance footage.
Thinking back to the irrational argument that morning, he felt deep regret.
"So, you only found out after investigating, not because you genuinely believed me." Katniss brushed her long hair aside, the bitterness in her heart indescribable.
"I promise, from now on, I'll trust you unconditionally." Tristan's hands were firm around her waist, his chiseled features showing unprecedented seriousness.
This softened some of the grievances in Katniss's heart.
They had come this far, facing countless challenges, and knew more lay ahead.
Since she had persisted until now, she wouldn't give up on this issue.
"We don't need to make empty promises. Let's just agree to always give each other the benefit of the doubt and a chance to explain ourselves," she said. As soon as she finished speaking, Tristan suddenly lowered his head and covered her lips with his.
The faint taste of cherry lip balm and the familiar sensation filled his heart.
Even though the argument was brief, it felt interminable to him.
"I'm sorry." He pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling, dissolving the barriers in their hearts.
But he was oversimplifying things. Katniss might not be giving up, but she was still harboring anger.
They left the club. On the way home, Katniss received a Facebook message from Saskia. [Made up? So I came back for nothing, didn't really help.]
She had thought she could help Katniss scold Tristan.
Yet, in person, she didn't have the guts, and the complicated misunderstanding was bound to be resolved.
Katniss typed, [Not a wasted trip. It's time to move forward with things with Nicholas.]
They didn't face as many obstacles as Katniss and Tristan.
[I heard Tristan is going after the Tudor family for you. That also helps Nicholas break off his engagement with Isla. He's doing a good deed.] Seeing Saskia's message, Katniss was stunned. She handed her phone to Tristan at a traffic light. "What does this mean?"
Katniss thought, 'Could it be about Isla helping Lila slander me at the party? But that was a long time ago!'Tristan glanced at the message and scoffed, "My actions against the Tudor family have nothing to do with Nicholas."
Katniss thought, 'So what good deed was Saskia talking about?'
Apart from Katniss, no one else was worth his effort.
The late summer night was a bit chilly, and the slightly open window blew Katniss's hair into a mess.
When the car finally stopped in front of the apartment, she tidied her hair and got out, entering the building.
She pressed the elevator button and went in, noticing that Saskia had stopped replying to their chat.
She raised an eyebrow and turned off her phone.
Before she could look up, a shadow appeared in front of her. As the elevator ascended, Tristan's kisses rained down on her.
He kissed her forehead, the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, and her cheeks, finally landing on her glossy red lips.
One hand circled her slender waist, the other pinning her wrists above her head.
The kiss was fierce and urgent, his breathing heavy.
When the elevator doors opened, Tristan bent slightly, ready to lift her up.
She quickly broke free from his grasp and pushed him out of the elevator.
His fingers turned white from gripping the elevator wall, his sculpted face full of unmet desire.
His eyes were already burning with lust, looking confusedly at Katniss, who remained in the elevator.
"Didn't you say you didn't want kids? Then let's not make love at all. This way, Mrs. Forbes won't have another chance to do this, and you won't lose your temper and distrust me again."
She pried his fingers off and pressed the button to go up.
As the elevator doors closed slowly, Tristan blocked them again.
"Let go!" Katniss's face was stern, her voice cold.
As if reprimanded, Tristan instinctively withdrew his hand.
He watched the elevator doors close and go up, finally frowning.
Gone?
After a moment, he laughed in frustration, biting his lip as he turned to go home, loosening his tie and unbuttoning a few buttons.
He collapsed on the couch, closing his eyes to calm the heat within him.
Katniss still had work to finish. After showering, she grabbed her laptop and got busy.
The new school term was about to start, and she would be very busy, with little time to deal with Tristan.
He might as well cut off his thoughts as a form of punishment.
The night stretched on, darkness like a clawed hand enveloping the entire city.
The Travis couple lived in a villa halfway up the hill, and Eudora was currently living with them.
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