Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death

Growing up as an orphan, Daphne had always hated being looked down upon by others.

Tristan's words reminded her of the endless embarrassment and humiliation she had endured when she had first tried to blend into the wealthy elites' circles many years ago.

"Just wait until I become Mrs. Lane! No one will ever look down on me again!"

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Meanwhile, he had been waiting outside Mansion Nine-

"Mr. Shaw, Ms. Snyder hasn't come out all day. Should I knock on the door?" The bodyguard was afraid of making Tristan wait.

Tristan refused. "There's no need. Just wait here until she comes out."

When he had learned of Yvette's return yesterday, he had been more excited than ever. He couldn't wait to see her and ask her about the past. However, when he remembered how he had treated her, he didn't dare to approach her lightly.

He ended up waiting for over two hours.

Since Yvette had soaked in cold water last night, she had caught a cold and felt dizzy. Ray bought her some medicine, but she still felt unwell. She draped a coat over herself to hide the scratches from last night. She left the mansion to get some

fresh air.

Even though it was summer, she didn't feel hot in her long-sleeved shirt and pants.

The doctor had informed her that her body was rather weak, and what had happened last night had almost landed her in the hospital again

She needed to be more cautious in the future.

As she walked, she didn't notice the car parked not far away. Just as she was about to pass it by again, Tristan couldn't contain himself and rushed out of the car.

"Y-Yvette."

Yvette stopped and turned to look at him. She was stunned and didn't respond.

Tristan walked straight toward her. He had too many questions in his mind, but what came out was, Have you been well these years?"

Yvette sneered. Didn't he wish for nothing more than her suffering?

She pressed her lips together and gripped the pepper spray in her pocket tightly. She wondered what

Tristan would do to her this time.

Seeing her silence, Tristan thought she wasn't wearing her hearing ald

"Aren't you just hard of hearing? Why can't you hear the now when I'm speaking like this?

Yvette's hair was draped over her shoulders and covered the hearing aid. She knew Tristan had misunderstood, but she didn't bother to explain and continued walking

He caught up and grabbed her wrist. "Is your condition worsening? Let me take you to the hospital." Tristan's actions and words made Yvette wonder if he was planning a new method to torment her.

She vividly recalled an incident two years ago while she had still been married to Xavier. Tristan had suddenly changed his attitude and acted nice to her. He had even invited her to a gathering But when she had gotten there, Xavier hadn't been there. Instead, a group of wealthy elites had made fun of her and poured glasses of wine over her head.

Like a devil, Tristan had sat at the head of the table. He had even had the floor covered with thorny roses and taunted her.

"Don't you like being called Mrs. Lane so much? If you walk barefoot on these roses for three minutes, I'll make everyone here acknowledge your status."

Yvette had actually believed him at that time.

As she thought of the excruciating pain, humiliation, and fear, Yvette shook off his hand. She looked at Tristan and suppressed her anger.

"Sir, my lack of response doesn't mean that I can't hear you. I simply don't want to respond."

Tristan was stunned. He was not only proficient in medicine, but also in law and international business. He was usually eloquent, but he now found himself at a loss for words After a long while, he finally spoke. "What did you just call me?"

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