Chapter 133 He Is a Substitute
Tristan's face darkened immediately. "So in your eyes, all I think about is sex?"
"Isn't that true? Have you forgotten why we fought that night? Wasn't it because of this!" Harriet tried hard to suppress the anger in her chest. "Forget it, I don't want to fight with you. Just cool down."
Harriet turned and left.
Tristan watched her walk away without looking back, irritably tugging at his tie.
A moment later, he still strode after her with his long legs.
Harriet walked out of the Opulence Club, still dizzy with anger.
Actually, on the way here, she had thought that Finnegan might be tricking her, and that Tristan might be here.
But Finnegan said he wasn't feeling well, and she couldn't afford to think too much about it. She didn't dare delay and came right away.
She didn't expect to be fooled again.
She really didn't want to fight with Tristan.
She wanted to talk to him properly.
But being deceived by him again, she just couldn't control her emotions.
Harriet was about to hail a cab by the roadside when suddenly, a black car came charging straight at her!
Before Harriet could react, someone grabbed her, and the next second, she was pulled backward!
The two of them fell to the ground together, and the black car brushed past Harriet's feet!
The car crashed heavily into a tree not far away!
Still in shock, Harriet turned her head to look at the person who saved her.
When she saw his face clearly, Harriet froze completely!
He helped her up. "Harriet, are you okay?"
Harriet shook her head, tears pouring out like a bursting dam.
He seemed unable to control himself anymore and hugged her tightly.
Not far away, Tristan stared at the two people embracing each other.
He recognized him - this was the guy from that photo.
Most importantly, Tristan finally saw his face clearly.
Tristan felt like his brain had been hit hard with a hammer, buzzing instantly.
It was a face that looked somewhat similar to his own.
So Harriet's love was never meant for him.
So in Harriet's heart, he was just a substitute.
No wonder Harriet couldn't have fallen in love with him when they were complete strangers - this was the reason.
The person she loved was never him.
The car accident alerted the security guards at the Opulence Club, who immediately came to check.
The lobby manager also rushed over. After calling an ambulance, he immediately came to Tristan to report. "Mr. Lancaster, are you alright?"
Tristan composed himself and scolded, "My wife was almost hit, what do you think!"
The lobby manager trembled with fear and apologized repeatedly.
Hearing the voice, Harriet let go of Griffin Wallace in front of her, turned around, and only then saw Tristan.
Harriet took a step, wanting to walk to Tristan's side, but as soon as she moved, a sharp pain shot through her ankle.
"Harriet, what's wrong?" Griffin quickly steadied her and crouched down to check. "Your ankle is swollen. You must have twisted it. Let me take you to the hospital."
Just as he was about to pick up Harriet, he suddenly felt a strong and commanding presence approaching him.
Griffin looked up and saw a man had already swept Harriet up in his arms.
Griffin slowly stood up.
The two men, similar in height, stood facing each other at a distance.
When their eyes met, sparks flew in the air, and the tension was thick.
Tristan smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Thank you for saving my wife just now. What's your name?"
"Griffin Wallace."
"Tristan Lancaster." After introducing himself, Tristan continued, "It seems Mr. Wallace and my wife are old acquaintances."
"Yes." Griffin said with concern, "Harriet is injured. Let's get her to the hospital first."
"Alright."
The three of them went to the hospital together, and a female doctor examined Harriet.
Neither man left, both staying in the examination room.
The female doctor looked a bit awkward. "Mr. Lancaster, could you two wait outside?"
Seeing that Griffin wasn't moving, Tristan said, "It's fine. Just do your examination."
The female doctor could only bite the bullet. "Okay."
Harriet felt the atmosphere between the two of them was strange, but didn't feel right asking about it.
She looked at Griffin.
He was wearing all black - black shirt and black pants. It was a very ordinary outfit, yet it couldn't hide how striking he was.
Griffin had been good-looking since childhood, with handsome and defined features. Looking closely, he actually resembled Tristan somewhat.
But their auras were completely opposite.
Tristan had a reserved and cold demeanor, with indifference and distance in his eyes.
While Griffin was gentle as jade, modest and warm.
Seeing Harriet staring at Griffin the whole time, Tristan's face suddenly darkened.
He strode over to Harriet and blocked her view.
Harriet snapped back to reality and looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"
Tristan said coldly, "Does it hurt?"
"Yes."
"Then why did you run around?"
Harriet fell silent.
It was clearly him who tricked her into coming to the Opulence Club. Otherwise, she would have been asleep by now. How could all these things have happened!
Harriet was sulking and didn't speak.
Soon, the doctor finished the examination.
"You have a sprain. It's not serious. With medication, it'll heal in two or three days. Try not to walk on it for the next few days, or it'll take longer to heal."
"Okay, thank you."
Harriet had already checked herself in the car and knew she hadn't injured any tendons or bones.
"Harriet, I'll go get the medicine." Griffin turned and left with the doctor.
Only Tristan and Harriet were left in the examination room.
For a moment, the air was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Tristan looked at Harriet expressionlessly. "Who is he?"
"An old friend." Harriet answered. "An old friend I haven't seen in a long time."
Tristan smiled coldly.
An old friend.
The person was right in front of him, and she still wouldn't come clean, only saying he was an old friend.
Didn't she find that ridiculous?
Tristan didn't plan to expose her, saying mockingly, "Do you know that this old friend of yours has been secretly watching us for a long time?"
Harriet was stunned.
Actually, she had noticed too.
That day when she left Flora's house, she saw Griffin in the taxi.
But when she chased after him, Griffin was nowhere to be found.
She hadn't had time to ask him about it yet.
Seeing her lost in thought over Griffin, the anger in Tristan's chest burned even stronger. "Harriet, I'm asking you a question. Are you deaf?"
Harriet composed herself and said, "Griffin must have his own reasons for what he does. I trust him."
Tristan actually laughed in anger. "He's following me and spying on me, and you're telling me he has his own reasons?"
"Harriet, do you know what happened to the last person who followed me!"
Harriet quickly said, "But he didn't disturb your life. If you're angry, I'll apologize to you on his behalf. Please don't make things difficult for him."
"You'll apologize for him?" Tristan laughed coldly. "Harriet, you're apologizing to your husband on behalf of another man. Don't you find that ridiculous?"
"Tristan..."
"Don't call my name!"
Tristan shouted angrily, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost, the coldness in his eyes chilling.