Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Wash It Clean
Mika Summers glanced down at the business card, her attention immediately drawn to the profession printed on it.
Lawyer???
’So, what did he mean by giving me this business card?’
Seeing her staring at the business card, Tristan Grayson walked over and snatched it from her hand. Without a second glance, he tore it to shreds and threw the pieces on the floor. "There’s nothing to see," he said, his voice hard as ice.
"..." She looked up at Tristan Grayson, her expression baffled. ’It’s true there wasn’t much to see, but he didn’t have to tear it up. What if it came in handy later?’
"Which hand did he touch?" Tristan Grayson’s gaze was icy as he stared at her. He finally spoke after a long moment, but his words left Mika Summers completely stunned.
"Huh?" ’Which hand did he touch? What does he mean?’
Before she could react, Tristan Grayson strode forward in a fit of anger, grabbed her by the arm, and started dragging her toward the restroom. "I see. He must have touched both of them..."
"Tristan Grayson, what are you doing!" Panic flared in Mika’s heart as he suddenly began dragging her away.
No matter how much she struggled and resisted, he forcibly dragged her all the way to the restroom.
The moment they entered the restroom, Tristan Grayson shoved her away as if she were something filthy. "Wash them clean!"
’Wash them clean?’ She hadn’t even regained her balance when she heard Tristan Grayson’s bizarre command.
When he saw she wasn’t moving to wash her hands, Tristan Grayson looked like he was about to die from fury. "Didn’t you hear me, or are you deaf? Get them clean! I want you to scrub them clean, inside and out!"
Panic tightened in Mika’s chest. She turned her head and asked, bewildered, "Wash what?" ’What does he want me to wash? Where am I dirty?’
"You’ll wash every spot he touched. If you don’t get yourself clean, you’re not going home tonight!" ’What is she playing at? I don’t believe for a second she doesn’t know what I mean.’
Hearing Tristan’s words, the color drained from Mika’s face. "Tristan Grayson, are you insane? Where did he touch me? Where am I unclean?"
’So that’s why. He dragged me all the way here just to humiliate me.’
’I knew it. The moment he sees me talking to another man, he assumes I’m some kind of loose woman.’
Mika’s words utterly infuriated him. He pointed a trembling finger at her hands and snarled, "Your hands! Wash both of them clean! If you can’t get them clean, I’ll chop them off for you!" ’Is she refusing to wash them? Is it because another man touched her, so she can’t bear to wash the feeling away?’
"Tristan Grayson, you... you’re completely insane!" she finally shrieked at him, her patience exhausted.
"What? You won’t wash them? So you’d rather I chop them off for you? Or perhaps you want me to wash them for you personally?" He advanced on her, one step at a time, his mocking tone stabbing at Mika’s heart.
"..." Mika listened to him, speechless with shock and rage.
’So if she didn’t wash her hands today, he would really chop them off for her?’
’Her ex-husband, the man she had loved more than anyone in her life, was actually threatening to chop off her hands?’
Tristan completely ignored the emotion in her eyes. He strode forward, grabbed her hands, and forced them into the sink. He turned on the tap, letting scalding hot water run over her hands again and again.
At first, she felt the sting of the hot water, but soon she went numb. The physical burn was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.
Just when she felt the weight on her hands lift, Tristan suddenly picked up the bar of soap from the side and began scrubbing them again, back and forth.
He scrubbed for nearly ten minutes straight before he was finally willing to let her hands go.