Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 56

WILLOW

I exhaled the moment the air of the hallway hit my face, sighing in relief.

Finished

I really just did that. It was done and over, and I even showed his family that they shouldn’t underestimate me further!

I crossed the lobby of the restaurant, preparing to go back home, the smile on my face feeling sincere.

As I walked down the corridors, ready to step fully into the night, a warm hand wrapped around mine.

I was startled. The grip was firm but not forceful–familiar yet unexpected.

My fingers were gently pulled back, and before I could react, they were intertwined with his.

Tristan stood there like he had all the time in the world, his suit jacket slightly disheveled like he had run here to chase me. He smiled at me and then tightened his hold on my hand, lifting it slightly like he was showing how our hands perfectly fit with each other.

I frowned immediately, but I didn’t pull away from his hold.

“Tristan,” I said, lowering my voice, looking around to see if anyone was there. Fortunately, the restaurant was already closed, so there was no one else there. “What are you doing here?”

“Let me drive you home,” he replied simply.

“What?” I exclaimed, genuinely caught off guard.

“You came here through a cab, right?” he said calmly. “It’s already late.”

I tilted my head to the side..

“I can call another one.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine. I’ll take you.”

I looked at his face and suddenly felt my chest bloom with warmth.

However, the moment was quickly broken when I was yanked backward.

My hand was ripped from Tristan’s grip.

Everything happened too fast. A sharp sound echoed through the empty lobby.

A fist connecting with flesh. My breath caught

Tristan staggered slightly to the side, his head snapping from the force of the punch

“Marcus!” I gasped.

1:02 pm PMM.

Chapter 56 What If I Do?

My eyes widened as I turned to him.

He stood there, chest heaving, fist clenched, not even remotely apologetic.

“What are you doing with my wife?” Marcus barked.

The word wife felt like acid in my ears. I frowned deeply,

“What are you doing?” I shot back.

I immediately stepped between them, shoving Marcus backward with more force than I thought I possessed.

“Have you lost your mind?”

Tristan straightened slowly. A thin line of blood traced the corner of his lip.

I cursed under my breath and instinctively reached for him.

“Are you okay?” I asked, ignoring Marcus completely.

Tristan let out a soft breath, as if amused despite the pain. “I’ve had worse.”

“Why are you caring for him?” Marcus demanded, his voice rising with each word. “Why are you touching him?”

I shot him a look so cold it should have frozen the entire building.

“Stop talking.” I snapped.

I pulled a tissue from my purse and gently pressed it against Tristan’s lip. The proximity made my pulse stutter for reasons I did not want to examine.

Marcus let out a bitter laugh.

“This is unbelievable.”

I ignored him.

“Hold still.” I muttered to Tristan.

He only watched me as I reached inside my bag for my handkerchief. I was about to wipe the blood from his lip when Marcus stepped forward again, his hand landing on my shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

The contact made my skin crawl.

I shoved him off me immediately.

“What am I doing?” I exclaimed incredulously. “What are you doing?”

“You’re standing there taking care of him,” he said, like that was the true betrayal.

1:02 pm PMM

Chapter 56 What if I Do?

Finicred

“We’re already divorced.” I shot back. “It’s only a matter of time before it’s finalized. So let’s consider this marriage done.”

Marcus’s expression shifted.

For the first time tonight, he did not look angry.

He looked… hurt.

“Wait,” he said, softer now.

That one word carried something I was not prepared for.

Regret?

Possessiveness?

Desperation?

“I’ll take you home,” he continued. “At least let me do that.”

“No need,” I replied immediately.

My voice was calm again.

“Tristan is taking me home.”

I turned toward him.

“Right?”

The bastard had the audacity to smile despite the blood at the corner of his mouth.

“Of course.” he said smoothly. “Let’s go.”

Marcus’s jaw tightened visibly.

He reached for me again, but this time Tristan stepped slightly in front of me, blocking the movement without even appearing aggressive.

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