Chapter 364 Am I Not Tempting to You?
Katniss guessed it was the scent of Lucas's cologne.
"Just a young man," she explained casually.
Tristan's hawk-like eyes widened, and he blurted out, "Not a client?"
She was so busy with her 'hectic schedule,' when would she have time to interact with a young manunrelated to work?
His thin lips pressed together, and his deep eyes reflected her busy movements as she cleaned the stove.
Right, she didn't take his jealousy to heart at all.
She didn't even bother to explain seriously.
"No, I've run into him a couple of times. By the way, he said he..."
Suddenly remembering that Lucas knew Sam, Katniss wanted to tell Tristan.
But when she turned around, she saw Tristan had gone to the fridge and taken out a cold drink. "What did he tell you? It's not appropriate to tell me, right?"
He opened the drink she wasn't allowed to have and took a sip right in front of her.
"You keep cleaning up; I'll go upstairs and get a small blanket for Evie." He wasn't going to help her anymore; the cologne scent was too overwhelming.
Katniss watched his figure disappear around the corner of the second floor, then lowered her head and sniffed herself hard, still unable to detect any cologne scent.
She even doubted whether the scent he smelled was really from Lucas.
After finishing cleaning up, Katniss went upstairs to take a shower, scrubbing herself twice with body wash.
When Katniss returned to the bedroom with her hair dried, Evie was already getting ready for bed, holding a bottle and kicking her little feet.
When Evie saw Katniss, she turned over and smiled at her.
Every day when Katniss came home, Evie would want a hug from her, and most of the time, she preferred to sleep with Katniss at night.
Tristan snorted, moved aside to make room next to Evie, and ignored Katniss.
Katniss lay down between them, turned off the light, and softly talked to Evie while patting her little bottom to lull her to sleep.
Evie was a good sleeper; she fell asleep quickly, hugging Katniss's wrist with her chubby little arms.
Holding her breath, Katniss gently pulled her wrist out, covered Evie with a small blanket, and then turned around.
Tristan's broad shoulders and narrow waist were very sexy, with the thin blanket only covering his chest downward.
The warm-colored night light cast his silhouette on the wall, making him look incredibly alluring.
Katniss reached out a finger and poked his waist.
His body stiffened slightly but remained motionless.
In the quiet room, her voice was very soft, "Do you want to hold me? I just took a shower, and I don't have any of that cologne scent on me."
"No," Tristan replied.
"Really not?" Katniss asked.
He firmly said, "No."
Katniss said, "Then I'll hold you."
She lifted the thin blanket and snuggled up to him, her cool hands randomly touching his chest.
It felt so good!
She couldn't figure out if his muscles were natural or trained, but the combination of softness and firmness was simply irresistible.
"Stop touching!" Tristan warned, then chuckled lightly, "Trying to seduce me?"
He wasn't like Katniss; his self-control was... very strong!
Katniss was provoked, grabbed his shoulders, and made him lie flat, her hands pressing on his chest. "What do you mean? I'm not attractive to you?"
He remained unmoved, looking away.
Her hair brushed against his chest, making him feel itchy and causing his previously firm resolve to waver.
"I can resist," Tristan said firmly.
"Resist?" Katniss raised an eyebrow, licked her lips, making them look full and sexy.
If he could really resist, it would mean she wasn't attractive.
In matters like this, Katniss was usually passive.
But when she really 'got bad,' Tristan was completely at a loss, utterly defeated.
However, Katniss never gave in to Tristan. Faced with his heavy breathing, she finally broke the last taut string within her.
Tristan grabbed her mischievous hand, got up, and carried her into the bathroom.
Her eyes were still dazed, and suddenly she felt dizzy.
Within two minutes, Tristan's low roar came from the bathroom, "Katniss, why are you messing around when you're on your period?"
"It's not... you said I couldn't seduce you," Katniss defended herself innocently. "And I was trying to cheer you up because you were angry."
Tristan gritted his teeth and asked, "Do I look happy to you?"
Katniss shook her head; he was genuinely unhappy, to the point where he could barely stand.
"I'll get you some cold water, and then I'll go downstairs to get you a cold drink from the fridge."
She turned the water temperature to the lowest setting and then left the scene.
Twenty minutes later, Tristan, still suppressing his desire, came out of the bathroom and saw a drink freshly taken from the fridge, surrounded by ice, on the bedside table.
The culprit, Katniss, had moved Evie to the middle of the bed, maintaining a safe distance, and was already asleep.
George and Matilda lived in a high-end neighborhood in Velvet City, mostly populated by white-collar workers who left early and returned late.
Matilda hadn't lived there long, but she was already familiar with the people around. She took a cab home from the restaurant, and it was already past nine.
She called George twice on the way, but his phone was off, so she could only wait at home.
But she waited until dawn.
She still didn't see George. It wasn't until the front desk of the educational institution called to say someone was looking for her that she realized it was already nine o'clock.
Matilda's eyes were sore and swollen. She changed clothes, washed up, and forced herself to go to work at the educational institution.
As soon as she arrived, the receptionist hurried over and pointed to the reception area, "Matilda, that lady has been here for a while, specifically asking for you."
"Got it, you can go back to work." Matilda was well-known for promoting the institution, so many people recognized her and came directly to her.
She poured two cups of coffee and brought them over. "Hello, I'm the person in charge here. You can call me Matilda. May I ask which stage of tutoring you need for your child?"
Fiona nodded at her, "I'm not here to inquire about tutoring. I'm here to discuss a personal matter."
Matilda sat down across from her, her expression stiffening at those words. "Personal matter? Do you know me?"
"I don't know you, but I know your husband, George." Fiona extended her hand. "Hello, I'm Fiona, the person George was engaged to in childhood."
For a moment, Matilda's mind was in chaos.
The bustling sounds of the street outside were blocked out, unable to quiet the turmoil in her head.
She and Fiona were complete opposites in style—one a good girl, the other rebellious.
Many times, George wanted to take her to play some thrilling games, but she didn't dare, which led to George complaining that she was too timid.
So, did he really fall in love at first sight with this lively girl with braids?
"Last night, after meeting with George, we were both quite satisfied, but he was too embarrassed to come and tell you. After all... I heard you two are married?"
Fiona paused, giving Matilda a chance to catch her breath, and took a sip of coffee.
"Yes, we are married. Ms. Sharp, does that not bother you?" Matilda steadied herself and asked.
"It doesn't bother me." Fiona set down the coffee cup with a crisp sound. "As long as Miss Stuart doesn't cling on, feelings... we're all adults, be decisive."
She turned and took a divorce agreement from her bag. "Sign it. You've been married for a short time, so there are no property disputes."
Matilda's hand gripped her thigh tightly, constantly reminding herself to stay calm. "The person who married me is George. If there's a divorce, he should come and tell me himself."
"You two once made vows to each other. Besides, he married you impulsively to defy his mother. He finds it hard to bring up divorce, so please understand."
Fiona then took out a card. "Honestly, there's $200,000 in here as compensation from him. I was going to keep it to myself, but I didn't expect you to be so difficult. So here you go, Miss Stuart, be smart."
Take the money, sign the papers, and leave, never to contact again.
Matilda never thought she and George would end up settling things with money.
She took out her phone to call George, but his phone was still off.
She stood up. "Excuse me, Ms. Sharp, but I won't sign this. If George wants a divorce, he should come and tell me himself. Please leave."
Under Fiona's surprised gaze, she turned and left.
After a while, Fiona left the educational institution, got into her car, and made a call.
"Mom, how's Mrs. Odette Russell?"
"The doctor said she had a brain hemorrhage from emotional stress last night and is still in the ICU, unconscious. Your dad is with Mr. Russell." Dione Saunders sighed. "I heard her son George is into gaming. I thought he'd be a playboy, but he rushed to the hospital when he heard his mom was sick and wouldn't leave. He seems to care a lot about his mother."
Yesterday, after Fiona and George parted ways, she received a call from home. Odette had fainted in the car upon hearing about the change of plans, thinking George was causing trouble.
When Fiona and Dione arrived at the hospital, George was already there, holding his un-repaired phone.
The doctor couldn't say how long Odette would be unconscious, but seeing George's state, Fiona was sure he wouldn't leave the hospital until she woke up.
"It's a pity this happened now. Otherwise, you two could have had a good talk." Dione sighed again.
Fiona smiled. "Don't worry, Mom. If it's meant to be, we'll be together."
They chatted a bit more before hanging up.
Meanwhile, George, who had stayed at the hospital all night, had fallen asleep outside the ICU.
His hand slipped, and he almost fell over, waking up suddenly. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was.
Instinctively, he reached for his phone, then remembered it was off.
It was already daylight outside; Matilda must be awake.
He needed to call Matilda and tell her about his mom's sudden illness.
He found a nurse, said a few kind words, and borrowed a phone to call Matilda.
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