The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 845

Karen looked up as Tristan did the same.

"Who the heck are you?"

Jeffrey couldn't care less, simply lifting the bag of takeout he had brought back and flashing a smile at Karen.

"Got us some sandwiches. Were you coming down to meet me?"

Karen's heart raced with panic; she knew Jeffrey was a hothead. If he found out who Tristan was, fists were bound to fly!

So she nodded vigorously. "Uh, yeah! Let's head upstairs, I'm starving."

"Alright."

Tristan watched them as they were about to leave and felt a surge of urgency. Instinctively, he stepped forward, reaching out for Karen.

But Jeffrey, caught off-guard, swung a punch straight at him!

"Keep your fucking hands off my girl."

Tristan was floored, literally, taking a moment to gather his wits on the ground.

This was exactly the scenario Karen feared! She quickly grabbed Jeffrey. "Stop it, he just wanted to talk to me!"

"Talk about what?" Jeffrey's gaze was piercing, his anger barely contained.

No wonder he was mad.

While he was out fetching sandwiches, his wife was getting chatted up! And clearly, there had been some kind of past entanglement between her and this guy. He wasn't blind; he could see it.

He hadn't wanted to make a scene, to ruin the mood, but this guy had the nerve to touch Karen right in front of him! That was like dancing on a landmine.

"Karen, is he your boyfriend?" Tristan managed, sitting up from the ground.

"No." Karen, fearing another outburst from Jeffrey, quickly clung to his arm. "This is my husband. We're married, officially."

"Jeffrey! He's out cold!"

Karen knew her pleas were in vain, and the guards couldn't hold him back, so she frantically called Dorothy!

Thankfully, she picked up, and Everett soon came down the elevator. With a steady gaze, he grabbed Jeffrey’s wrist, his voice stern. "Don't commit murder in broad daylight."

Jeffrey's hands were covered in blood, both his and Tristan's.

After a look at Everett, the red in Jeffrey's eyes faded slightly, "Got it."

Dorothy quickly took Karen's hand, pulling her back. "What happened? Karen, don't cry, stop crying..."

"Dorothy... I'm... I'm scared..."

"It's okay, don't be scared! Security, call an ambulance, now!"

Tristan lay unconscious on the ground, teeth likely knocked out—some were visible on the pavement. As for the rest of his injuries, they were anyone's guess.