Chapter 113

Looking at the woman who was provoking him,Tristan stood up and held her chin with his right hand.Cora had no choice but to raise her head. Tristan saw coldness and disdain in her eyes. The last thing he wanted to see in his life was the disdainful look from Cora, which could almost defeat him at once and make him feel powerless and frustrated. "Don't take yourself too seriously, understand?" Blue veins stood out on Tristan’s forehead. This was the prelude to his anger. Tears were about to welling up in her cold eyes, but she still insisted on saying, "I ended up like this just because that I've been too humble.You don’t deserve... " Before she could finish her words, Tristan lowered his head and kissed her. It was not a domineering kiss, but a kiss like a storm coming. Now that Cora didn't love him, he had to possess her again. Although she was flustered, Cora still kept her conscience. She desperately pushed Tristan away Tristan also felt the struggle of the beauty in front of him, so he put his arms around her shoulders so that she could not move. It worked. It was impossible for Cora to struggle against a man built like Tristan. A girl of average size would never escape from him. Cora bit his lip hardly, a taste of blood came into his mouth. He felt a sting in his lips, but the pain in his heart was more obvious. Tristan lifted her up and threw her onto the bed. Cora was frightened and kept back. Tristan pressed on step by step. Scared,Cora grabbed the quilt beside her and wrapped herself up. Tristan’s eyes sparkled with coldness. The woman before him, who had been with him for four years, should afraid of him. Cora was so frightened that she didn't dare to say anything. She was afraid that something irreparable would happen after irritating Tristan. She didn't want to tangle with him anymore. Besides, if she remarry with him now, she would be like a mistress.He would never treat her right. She didn't want to be like Phoebe. She didn't want to get involved in the lives of Tristan and Phoebe.She didn't want to be entangled with him all her life. If she couldn't be his only lover, she would rather be single all her life. Tristan ripped the quilt off with one hand. He had seen her whole body before. What's the meaning of hiding now? The next second, Tristan pounced on her and tore her bathrobe. As she had just taken a shower, Coraonly wore a bathrobe. With a slight pull, her shoulders were already half exposed. She quickly pulled up the bathrobe that he had torn off, and there was a hint of resolution in her eyes. Tristan didn’t stop his behavior. He had plenty of time to deal with this woman. He untied the knot on her belt and lifted her bathrobe with one hand. Cora didn't scream or resist any more. The man in front of her didn't even have the basic respect for her. There was no need to continue to resist. No matter how hard she tried, it was in vain. Tristan pressed himself on top of Sara. He could feel the uneasiness of the person under him. But he didn't want to stop. He kept sliding his lips gently across her neck. All of a sudden, he stopped his movements stiffly. He obviously felt that his hand had touched something cold. He raised his head and saw tears on Cora’s face. Tristan panicked.He didn't expect that she would cry. He stopped moving. His lips were still aching, reminding him that he was acting like an animal. Hearing the sob of Cora,Tristan didn't know what to do. He didn't expect things to turn out like this. Cora was like poppy, making him love, hate and addicted. After putting on a bathrobe and tucking her in, he lay beside her. With her back turned towards him, Cora was still crying. Tristan felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his heart. Why did he do such a horrible thing. Cora was still shocked and scared, fearing that Tristan would offend her again. Fortunately, he stopped making any sound after that. Cora was totally disappointed on him. She had always thought that Tristan would respect her at least. But today, he behaved like this. Shocked and disappointed, she kept crying. Tristan was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling chandelier. He had never felt so empty in his heart before. Even though he was accompanied by Cora, Tristan still felt that the night was going to devour him. He was totally disappointed, not at Cora, but at himself. It was clear that Cora didn't love him anymore. Otherwise, she wouldn't have resisted so fiercely and cried so sadly. After a long time, she stopped crying.Tristan stared at the ceiling and thought a lot. From their first meet till now, it was like a dream. “Cora, I won't pursue you anymore. You're free." Tristan said in a low voice. His understated tone made his words irrefutable. After crying for a long time,Cora was shocked upon hearing his words, and then felt a sense of loss in her heart. No matter how they quarreled and argued in the past, they never said that they would not contact each other anymore. Tristan finally decided to end their relationship. "We can be friends in the future. I'll drive you back tomorrow. Don't worry about my Grandma. I'll explain it to her."Tristan closed his eyes. All these should have ended long time ago. It's just him who refused to accept it. Cora still didn't say anything. She felt extremely sad. In the past, no matter how loud they quarreled, she always thought that they would reconciled again. Even on the affair of remarriage, as long as Tristan could change his way of discussing with her, she would still have hesitation. But now, Tristan had made it clear to give up on that. She had been looking forward to be friends with him for so long. She had been looking forward to a happy ending of their relationship, but it was hard to accept the fact when it really came. Cora stopped crying and couldn't say a word. Only silence could cover up her disappointment. Tristan got up and turned off the light. His back was so lonely that it made people feel sorry for him. But it didn't matter. Anyway, Cora didn't care. The room was dark. They could only hear each other's breath. Tristan couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He felt empty in his heart. So did Cora. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to open her mouth. Now that they had come to this point, there was nothing to say. There was no turning back. The two people slept on the same bed but dreamt different dream. Although they were very close to each other, the distance between their hearts was too far to be calculated. When Cora woke up in the morning, she felt warm all over her body. Then, in shock, she found that Tristan was holding her in his arms. It was obvious that he was still sleeping. Cora didn't know whether she should push Tristan away or continue to sleep. Although she missed his hug very much, she knew that it didn't belong to her anymore. With her eyes down, the morning sun shone on her delicate face, making a quiet and beautiful picture. Tristan moved behind Cora, as if he had woken up, but Cora didn't dare to move. It would be so embarrassing if Tristan found out that she had woken up, and was still lying quietly in his arms quietly. Tristan also woke up and found the awkward scene in front of him. He wanted to release his hand, but found that Cora was already awake. With his eyes closed, Tristan decided to play possum. Cora didn't resist. Tristan had already forgotten what happened last night. Why must he give up on Cora? If freedom meant that Cora would leave him and be with someone else, he would never allow it. After a long time,Tristan felt that it was not appropriate to hold her like this any longer. Because the person in his arms was so soft,it was hard to control himself.