Slamming the car door shut, he dragged her toward the house.
"Ah… It hurts… It hurts…" The yard outside their house was paved with pebbles. The moment Mika Summers set foot in it, the sharp pain from the stones nearly made her hop.
Hearing her cry, Tristan Grayson was startled and quickly stopped. He looked down, and his anger flared even higher. He bent down, scooped her up into his arms, and said furiously, "Serves you right. Let's see you forget again." 'Is this woman an idiot?'
Mika Summers bit her lip and burrowed into Tristan Grayson's arms. 'It was all his fault she was in so much pain, and he was still yelling at her.'
Seeing her crying in his arms, for some reason all the harsh words he wanted to say caught in his throat.
As if fighting with himself, he stomped angrily toward the house, carrying her.
When they reached the front door, he looked down and snapped impatiently, "Are you going to open the door or not?!"
