The Husband I Loved for Eight Years Never Loved Me-Chapter 141: Do You Think You’re Some Righteous Man?

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Do You Think You’re Some Righteous Man?

Chapter 141: And You Think You’re Some Kind of Saint?

Rachel Royce watched the sleeping Melissa for a while longer.

Then, she got up.

She changed her clothes in Melissa’s walk-in closet.

Since she was staying here, she kept a few changes of clothes in Melissa’s closet.

After changing, she took off her jewelry and put it in a bag.

She stepped out of the walk-in closet.

Looking at Melissa lying on the bed, her heart wavered.

In the end, she suppressed the reluctance and pain in her heart and turned to walk out the door.

As she left the bedroom, she happened to run into the man coming out of his own.

Rachel Royce looked at him and said coolly, "I’m leaving. Tell Melissa for me in the morning."

Tristan Sterling glanced at the bag of clothes she was carrying.

Just as Rachel Royce finished speaking and was about to leave, she heard the man ask, "What are you afraid of?"

Rachel Royce’s steps faltered. She turned back to face the man’s cold, handsome features and said calmly, "I just don’t want to be under the same roof as you."

Hearing this, Tristan Sterling let out a low chuckle. He strode toward her, and Rachel Royce subconsciously clenched her fists, her nerves tensing as she watched him warily.

Tristan Sterling stopped in front of her, looking down at her condescendingly. "You don’t want to be under the same roof as me? Then why did you have my child five years ago?"

Rachel Royce’s pupils constricted.

She stared at him, listening to his twisted logic, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words to refute him.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Rachel Royce lowered her gaze, not bothering to engage with his words. ’In his worldview, he’s always right anyway.’

’This man is just that domineering and unreasonable.’

She turned to leave.

But just as she turned, a hand forcefully grabbed her wrist. Her grip suddenly slackened, and the bag dropped to the floor.

"Tristan Sterling, you—" Rachel Royce began angrily.

The next second, she was pinned against the wall.

Rachel Royce’s eyes flew open as she stared at the man before her. The memory of him forcibly kissing her flashed through her mind, and every nerve in her body went on high alert.

The man’s dark eyes narrowed as he took in her resistant, wary gaze. A faint, cold smile touched his thin lips. "Why so nervous? Do you think I’m going to do something to you again?"

Rachel Royce looked up at him and retorted sarcastically, "And you think you’re some kind of saint?"

Tristan Sterling scoffed. "You certainly have the capital to be alluring now." As he spoke, his large hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her forcefully against him.

Rachel Royce’s face paled in shock. "Tristan Sterling, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

The scorching heat from his body washed over her, suffocating her like a tide.

Tristan Sterling easily controlled the woman in his arms.

"If you’re so resistant, why did you even come back after leaving so decisively back then? Wasn’t staying in the United States good enough for you? Now that you’re back, you don’t want to acknowledge Melissa, and you think you can just pull away and leave whenever you please?"

Rachel Royce’s eyes widened as she listened to the man whose expression grew darker and darker. Her heart tightened, and her mind went blank for a moment.

"You..." Rachel Royce struggled to suppress the surge of emotions and keep herself calm. "Did I want to leave back then? Did I want to abandon Melissa and just walk away? Wasn’t it all because you people forced me to? Tristan Sterling, what right do you have to question me?"

Tristan Sterling stared at her. "I gave you a chance back then."

Rachel Royce gave a sarcastic laugh. "Was that a chance? It was nothing more than an opportunity for you to humiliate me."

"You were the one with the one-sided, wishful thinking. How can you blame anyone else?"

"You..."

Rachel Royce’s face was white with rage. All she wanted was to free her hand and slap him hard across the face.

"Let go of me!"

As soon as she spoke, the sound of rapid footsteps approached, followed by a sharp yell, "Tristan Sterling, let her go."

Tristan Sterling turned his head to see Julian Jennings striding over. His sharp brows knitted together, and his dark eyes were instantly covered in a layer of frost.

Seizing the moment of the man’s distraction, Rachel Royce wrenched her hand free and swung it, slapping him squarely across the face.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the hallway.

Julian Jennings stopped dead in his tracks.

He watched the scene before him, utterly stunned.

Rachel Royce shoved the man away with all her might and started toward Julian Jennings, but Tristan Sterling reached out and grabbed her. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

In that instant, Julian Jennings grabbed Rachel Royce’s other hand.

Tugged so forcefully from both sides, Rachel Royce felt as if her arm was about to be dislocated.

"President Jennings, what is the meaning of this?" the man asked in an icy voice.

Julian Jennings faced off against Tristan Sterling. The invisible clash of their powerful auras made the air in the space suffocating.

"President Sterling, you have no right to restrict Rachel’s freedom. You should let her go."

Tristan Sterling’s pitch-black eyes seemed even darker and deeper than the night outside. "Need I remind you of her status now?"

Rachel Royce looked back, staring at the man as she tried to pull her hand away. "Tristan Sterling, for Melissa’s sake, I don’t want to make things ugly, but don’t you go too far."

Just then, a tearful cry came from Melissa’s bedroom, followed by a repeated shout: "Aunt Evelynn!"

Rachel Royce’s heart clenched.

Tristan Sterling let go of Rachel Royce, pushed open Melissa’s bedroom door, and walked in. The moment the door opened, Melissa’s crying grew louder.

When Melissa saw her father, she cried even harder. "Daddy, Aunt Evelynn is gone!"

Tristan Sterling went forward and picked up his daughter.

Rachel Royce stood outside the door.

Listening to her daughter’s cries, Rachel Royce felt her heart tighten bit by bit.

Julian Jennings slowly released her wrist. Seeing the bag on the floor, he bent down to pick it up for her.

Melissa’s crying continued. "Daddy, I want Aunt Evelynn! I want to go find Aunt Evelynn!"

Rachel Royce clenched her fists, her eyes gradually turning red.

Julian Jennings stood to the side, watching her quietly without saying a word.

Tristan Sterling was holding Melissa inside the room, so Melissa couldn’t see her for the moment.

She could have turned and left right then.

But the sound of Melissa’s crying was like a chain, binding her feet to the spot, unable to move.

After a long moment, she stepped into the room.

When Melissa saw her, she blinked her big eyes, and tears the size of beans rolled down her cheeks. She called out with a sob, "Aunt Evelynn!"

Rachel Royce went to her, took Melissa into her arms, and kissed her forehead, comforting her, "Don’t cry, Melissa. Aunt Evelynn is here."

Melissa hugged Rachel Royce’s neck tightly, as if afraid she would suddenly disappear again.

Tristan Sterling looked at the mother and daughter, then turned and walked out.

Julian Jennings was still at the door.

When he saw Tristan Sterling come out, their eyes met.

Julian Jennings said nothing and turned to leave.

Tristan Sterling stood where he was, his eyes fixed on Julian’s departing back.

He reached out and closed the door.

Then he went downstairs.

Lisa Lawson and Frances Wyatt were still downstairs. Hearing the commotion from upstairs, they had grown anxious.

Seeing Julian Jennings’s grim face, the two of them felt an inexplicable fear and didn’t dare approach him.

Not until Sir came downstairs as well, his expression just as grim.

They felt a pang of guilt. "S-Sir."