She wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Her eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling. “Trevor, I’m sorry. I was being foolish… I got greedy. I forgot that you already have Summer.”
Trevor’s expression softened.
Summer loved him deeply, but her love was intense, stubborn, suffocating.
Sometimes, it exhausted him.
Why couldn’t she be soft like Peyton?
His fingers brushed a strand of Peyton’s hair behind her ear. “Don’t overthink. Just rest.”
…
Leaving the hospital, Trevor glanced at his phone.
Since that so-called “kidnapping” call earlier, there hadn’t been a single message or missed call from Summer.
His brows furrowed, irritation creeping into his expression.
He slid into the car and instructed the driver, “Take me to Black Ace.”
Black Ace was the largest bar in Havenbrook.
Inside, flashing neon lights flickered through the air, the bass-heavy music pounding against the walls.
Trevor walked straight to the VIP lounge.
“Well, well, look who decided to show up – the groom himself! Shouldn’t you be off enjoying your wedding night? You know what they say… every second of it is – “
Before the man could finish, Trevor smacked him on the back of the head.
“Ow, Trevor! What was that for?”
Trevor shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it aside before sinking into the couch.
“Has Summer contacted any of you?”
Bobby scratched the back of his head. “No way, Summer’s still mad? It’s been, what, almost three days now? That’s gotta be a Guinness World Record! She’s never stayed angry for more than a day before! But listen, Trevor – women are like that. Don’t let her walk all over you. She just wants you to give in first. You know what they say – give in once, and you’ll be doing it a hundred more times. Don’t fall for it. No matter how mad she gets, she always comes running back, begging you not to leave her. And besides, with her position in the Stewart family, if she dares leave you, they’ll probably disown her.”
Hearing this, Trevor’s tense expression relaxed slightly. He picked up the glass on the table, taking a sip of the strong liquor.
Maybe it was just because Summer had gone too far this time, even faking a kidnapping, that he felt vaguely uneasy.
Caleb Clark, who had been quietly drinking on the side, finally spoke up. He couldn’t stand listening to this any longer. Anyone with a heart could see how deeply Summer loved Trevor.
When Trevor had migraines, she went all the way to Northpoint, pleading with a legendary doctor for a full day and night – just to find a cure for his pain.
When Trevor was picky about food, she studied the world’s finest cuisines, determined to cook the dishes he loved.
When Trevor’s mother despised her and insulted her time and time again, she endured it all, never once talking back.
It wasn’t until Peyton kept inserting herself between them that Summer finally snapped. But every time, she still backed down for love.
“Trevor, don’t listen to Bobby. You went too far this time. Sure, the wedding was fake, but the whole city is mocking Summer now. And seriously, doesn’t it seem like Peyton’s been getting sick a little too often? Your anniversary, your birthday, her birthday, even major holidays – every single time, she just happens to have a relapse. And you’re always there with her at the hospital. No woman could tolerate that. Even if Summer loves you, people’s hearts grow cold. Don’t wait until she’s really gone to regret it.”
Trevor curled his lips into a cold smirk. “I won’t regret anything because of a woman.”
Summer leaving him? That would never happen – not in a million years.
After all these years of love and devotion, he had grown used to it.
Still, Caleb had a point. Women were always jealous creatures.
Even though this wedding was just to fulfill Peyton’s last wish, it had embarrassed Summer in front of everyone.
Trevor stood, picking up his coat.
“Leaving already? You just got here! The night’s barely started!” Bobby called after him.
Stepping out of the bar, Trevor slid into his Maybach and called his assistant, Andrew.
“In the next couple of days, get Linden, Belvare’s wedding designer, to come to Havenbrook and custom-make Summer’s dress. Also, buy every piece of jewelry from Belvare’s auction – get it all.”
Summer, this should be enough of a grand gesture, right?
Back at the villa, Trevor tossed his coat aside and stretched his legs out on the couch.
His head throbbed slightly. Ever since Summer started massaging him regularly, his migraines had almost disappeared.
Tonight, though, he had probably been too irritated.
He shut his eyes, his tousled hair falling across his face, his breathing heavy.
Leona walked out of the kitchen, setting a bowl of broth on the table.
Trevor cracked one eye open. “What’s this?”
“It’s for your hangover. Ms. Stewart told me to make it whenever you’ve been drinking.”
Trevor rubbed his forehead, silent for a moment. “You can go.”
Sitting up, he picked up the broth and took a sip – then immediately spat it out.
It wasn’t the right taste.
He had a picky palate, but with Summer around, she always made sure his food was perfect.
Even something as simple as broth tasted different when she made it.
Forget it.
Trevor sighed. Summer, I’ll let you have this one. Since you still care enough to have the servants make me soup, I’ll indulge you just this once.
He picked up his phone and dialed her number.
For the first time ever, after a fight, he was the one calling first.
“Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”
Her phone was off.
Trevor’s grip on the phone tightened, his fingers turning white. A wave of frustration surged in his chest.
Summer, good. Real good. You’re actually playing hard to get now? You’ve pushed it too far this time.
His jaw clenched.
He called Andrew again, his voice sharp. “Put the wedding dress plans on hold.”
Andrew was speechless.
…
The next morning, waves crashed against the shore outside the villa. The sheer white curtains billowed gently in the ocean breeze.
Fraser stepped out of the bathroom, his upper body bare, a towel draped around his neck. Droplets of water slid down his short, tousled hair.
When Summer woke up, this was the first thing she saw.
She froze, her eyes lingering on the sight for a few seconds before she realized – she was blatantly staring.
His chest was tanned, firm, every muscle perfectly defined. His tall frame stood by the window, radiating both restraint and raw sensuality.
In this moment, he didn’t look like the ruthless, domineering businessman she had seen in the media. He looked more like a top-tier male model from the entertainment industry.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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