Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death

'Tristan didn't feel like eating that evening. After learning about Tristan's actions earlier that day, Archibald had invited him to dine at the hotel.

But Tristan was aware that Archibald just wanted him to get to know the other young ladies at the banquet.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Sure enough, shortly after he arrived in the banquet hall, Archibald called him aside. "This is the Lane family's banquet. I doubt you'd dare to mess it up."

Archibald sure knew how to hit him where he was weak.

Tristan had no choice but to take a seat in the corner of the hall. He gave off an air of hostility; everyone could tell that approaching him at that moment would be a big mistake.

He had no idea that a little boy had been secretly watching the whole time.

It was the Lanes' banquet, so all of the hosts were in attendance. Daphne was also there. She noticed Tristan as well but did not dare. to approach him. It wasn't Tristan she was afraid of-it was Archibald.

In fact, if Archibald hadn't sought her out in private, she would have been the mistress of the Shaw family by now, considering Tristan's obsession with her back then.

Daphne could still remember what he had said. "I don't care who Tris dates, but no woman of your status will ever marry into our family! If you dare to seduce Tris into marrying you, I won't mind making him a widower."

Widower... She was aware that the ruthless old man could make it happen.

While waiting for the right moment, Zachary realized that his scumbag of a father's family and the woman Xavier liked were all here. He frowned.

He had been in such a rush to avenge Yvette that day that he had. only checked to see if Tristan would be here. But he had overlooked the fact that the banquet was hosted by the Lanes. However, since he was already here, there was no way he'd just get up and leave that easily.

Taking advantage of the fact that Xavier wasn't there yet, Zachary tiptoed over, grabbed a glass of red wine from the table, and walked toward Tristan. "You look like you're in a bad mood, mister. Here, have a drink."

Tristan was wondering who was foolish enough to approach him when he looked up and noticed a little boy who was barely as tall as his legs. Who had brought their child here?

Since Zachary was wearing a mask and a hat, Tristan could only see his eyes, which were beautiful and oddly familiar. But Tristan disliked children the most. "I don't want it," he said coldly. Instead of scurrying away, Zachary brought the glass of wine closer to Tristan. Tristan frowned and reached out to stop him. "Get lost!"

Perhaps he was too loud and startled Zachary, because, for somet reason, the wine glass in the latter's hand tilted and spilled all over his crotch. His face turned as black as coal. "Damn it!" Zachary, on the other hand, pretended to be terrified. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stammered, "I-I'm so sorry, mister. I didn't mean to..."

Tristan glared at him, his eyes blazing with anger. Unfortunately for him, Zachary raised his voice and sobbed, "Mister, you're not going to beat me up, are you?"

His words successfully drew the attention of everyone in the hall, who turned to look at them. Tristan was at a loss for words. He

hadn't said anything of the sort.

Sure, he wasn't a good guy, but he'd never lay his hands on a child. With a grim expression, Tristan rose to his feet.

Zachary sniffled. With teary eyes, he said, "Mister, your pants are dirty. I'll take mine off and give them to you, so please don't be mad at me, okay?" Tristan was rendered speechless. Like hell he could fit in a little boy's pants!

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