Chapter 245: Hold On
The woman smiled coquettishly and said, "So, Master Jennings, are you saying I’m more beautiful than Yana and the others?"
"Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen." Cassian Jennings sneered, setting her down on the sofa.
"Master Jennings..."
The woman draped her arms over Cassian Jennings’s shoulders, pressing her body close to his. Just as she was about to kiss his lips, Cassian Jennings suddenly raised a hand. "Shh! Don’t talk. Let me get a good look at you..."
Hearing this, the woman’s face flushed a deep red. She whispered shyly, "You’re so bad."
"And do you like it?" Cassian Jennings’s phoenix eyes narrowed as he gave a wicked smile.
"I do. I like you just like this. Master Jennings, why don’t we... find a quieter place?"
"Mm," Cassian Jennings agreed, pushing himself up off her. He pulled the woman into his arms and left the VIP suite with an arm around her waist.
Tristan Grayson parked his sports car at the entrance of Vespera. Just as he was about to get out, he saw Cassian Jennings walk out of Vespera’s main doors with his arm around a woman, laughing and talking.
He stopped midway through getting out of the car. Reaching inside, he fumbled for a pack of cigarettes, leaned back against the seat, and started smoking one after another.
Only after he had finished the entire pack did he start the car and drive away.
He had come looking for Cassian Jennings the moment he got back from the airport. Cassian’s recent behavior had genuinely made him believe he had changed for Amelia Avery’s sake. Tristan thought that perhaps they had reached some kind of common understanding. But seeing Cassian now, acting no different than before, he felt a pang of disappointment, which was quickly replaced by relief. As long as Cassian was still Cassian, that was better than anything. He didn’t want to see the version of Cassian who did nothing but work and drink.
Tristan Grayson drove to Regalia Fields. He got out of the car and stared at the familiar house before him, his gaze turning incredibly complex.
He hadn’t been back since she left. But tonight, for some reason, he had unconsciously driven here.
He took out his key, unlocked the door, and went inside. Just as he was about to turn on the lights, the phone in his pocket rang. He frowned slightly, pulled out his phone to check the screen, and his expression immediately darkened. After a few seconds, just as the call was about to disconnect, he swiped to answer. "Hello..."
"Tristan... help me... help me..." As soon as the call connected, a woman’s sobbing came from the other end.
Tristan Grayson’s brow furrowed tightly. "What happened?"
"Auntie... she... they went out to buy groceries. I’m all alone at home. Tristan... I... I feel awful..."
"Is it your condition acting up? Hang on, I’m on my way!" A sudden thought seemed to strike Tristan Grayson, and he turned in alarm, slamming the door behind him as he left.
After a while, just as Tristan Grayson reached his car and was opening the door to get in, the woman’s weak voice slowly drifted through the phone again. "Tristan... am I going to die? Tristan... I feel so sick... I’m so scared..."
"Nonsense, you’re not going to die. Maggie, you have to hold on." Just as he finished speaking, a maid’s alarmed cry came from the other end of the line.
"Miss Monroe! Miss Monroe!!"
...Hearing the shouts, his heart sank. The phone slipped from his hand, falling onto his foot. A series of frantic cries came from the phone: "Young Master Grayson, Miss Monroe is coughing up blood!"
"Young Master Grayson, Miss Monroe fainted!"
"Young Master Grayson, you have to get here quickly! Miss Monroe is dying!"...