I Understand His Regret, So I Replaced Him Too Chapter 15

I Understand His Regret, So I Replaced Him Too Chapter 15

I got to the hospital. Tristan was out of surgery.

Cast on his leg. Scratches on his face. But awake.

He smiled from the bed. A little shy. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to worry you.”

“You didn’t have to come. I’m fine.”

“Was it an accident?” I pulled up a chair. “Doesn’t matter. Rather be here than with him.”

Tristan’s smile faltered.

“What?” I raised an eyebrow. “I’m wrong? You knew Sullivan had something planned for tonight, didn’t you?”

“Next time something like this comes up, you can just tell me directly.”

“I thought he was giving me papers. That’s the only reason I went home.”

Tristan gripped the sheet with his good hand. A long pause. “Did I overstep?”

“You’ve pushed my boundaries before. There’s no point in competing with Sullivan over petty

jealousy. Put it back to work.”

“Your progress is slow. I’m not happy with it.”

“I didn’t take you under my wing just so you could waste time on trivial romantic drama.”

“You have bigger ambitions. And it’s not just being my husband.”

Tristan’s face was already pale from his injury. Now with his intentions laid bare so bluntly, he

couldn’t force out a single word.

“Don’t bother. Ambition’s a good thing. I don’t mind

“You’re like him. In more ways than looks.”

“You don’t think I’m naive enough to believe that a twenty-year-old guy would fall in love with my

soul at first sight?”

Chances are, he’d been plotting how to win me over from the very first moment we laid eyes on

each other.

Every move was calculated-the right amount of vulnerability, the perfect touch of stubborn pride,

the carefully crafted role of a man waiting to be rescued.

He grabbed every chance to climb. Using me as a ladder.

But he reminded me of things I’d almost forgotten.

And I was curious to see how far he’d go.

“What if I said I only want to be your husband?” Tristan asked quietly.

“Then you work for it. One day you outgrow Sullivan Bring me more than he can. Then the title’s

yours.”

“But by then, maybe you’ll find some poor Elara. And you’ll feel sorry for her.”

“I’m not him!” Tristan looked at me hard. “I admit I had other reasons at first. But I…”

“I don’t care.” I waved him off. “Whatever your reasons. Doesn’t matter.”

“You get two weeks of sick leave. Take care of yourself. Come back to work soon.”

I wasn’t the nurturing type. I came here because it beat being near Sullivan.

He was fine. Time to go.

“Elara.”

It was the first time he said my name.

“One day, you’ll see me.”

His eyes were bright. For the first time, his gaze felt heavy and solid-like it actually held real

weight.

“Not some shadow of the old Sullivan. Not a copy of the current one.”

“Just me. Just Tristan.”

“Good luck.” I shrugged with a smile.