Chapter 4 She’s My Wife
“If they saw me, I’d make headlines tomorrow,” said Tristan coldly.
“But…” Renee stated seriously. “You don’t need to bring me along.”
Tristan was rendered speechless.
“Tsk.
“I forgot it,” he thought to himself.
Renee moved uncomfortably. “Let’s go out.”
Tristan pushed open the coffin and climbed out of it. Renee was sweaty, so her soft hair was plastered to her fair cheeks. She panted heavily and leaned over the coffin, looking pitifully at Tristan. “Mr. Duran, I can’t get out on my own.”
Tristan leaned against the coffin and casually remarked, “It’s none of my business.”
Renee was about to cry in anger. “But you pulled me in…”
Tristan remained indifferent. “So what?”
Renee snapped incredulously, “You’re being unreasonable!”
No one dared to talk to Tristan like this over the years. Renee had just returned from the countryside and hadn’t seen much of the world, so she didn’t know how influential Tristan was in Ampleshire and dared to accuse him.
Tristan narrowed his eyes and bent over to look at Renee. “I can help you out.”
Renee’s eyes lit up.
Tristan smiled, “What did you just call me?”
Renee bit her lip and replied, “Mr. Duran. Everyone calls you that.”
“They’re not related to me,” Tristan said. “You’re my wife, not one of them.”
Renee was stunned. “What should I call you then?”
Tristan raised his eyebrows. His handsome face appeared alluring in the moonlight. “Think about it yourself.”
Renee blushed.
“Mr. Duran,” Shelton Quinn, Tristan’s assistant, called out. When he saw Tristan, he breathed a sigh of relief. “What are you doing here? The news of your death has spread. Everyone is anxiously waiting for you.”
Tristan said, “I’ve never attended my funeral before, so I wanted to experience it.”
He glanced at Renee, who was still sitting dumbfounded in the coffin, and turned around to leave. “Since they’re waiting for me, I have to…”
Before he could finish speaking, Renee choked out, “Honey… Boohoo. Please help me out…”
Tristan paused. Shelton widened his eyes and repeated, “Honey?”
Tristan laughed and looked back at Renee. “So you know what you should call me, right?”
Renee was worried that Tristan would leave her in the coffin. Her nose turned red from crying. She extended her hand and pleaded, “Honey…”
Tristan suppressed his laughter. Renee did whatever she was asked to like an obedient bunny.
Tristan reached out and helped Renee out. When he turned around, he saw Shelton’s surprised look. “Mr. Duran, I didn’t know you liked this.”
Shelton began to imagine what Tristan and Renee did in the coffin.
Tristan’s face darkened as he asked icily, “Don’t you know her?”
Shelton was enlightened. “Oh, she’s from the Fletcher family…”
“Hmm.” Tristan placed Renee on the ground. Renee wiped her tears when Tristan pinched her soft cheek. “Don’t tell anyone that I’m still alive.”
Renee nodded.
Her cheek was quite soft and tender, so Tristan pinched it mischievously again. Seeing Renee scrunch her brows, he finally let go of her and stuffed the apple into her mouth. He said cheerfully, “Shelton, she’s my wife from now on, got it?”
