Chapter 314: Chapter 314: Love With Nowhere to Go (14)

What she said back then, that single sentence, remained vivid in his memory even now.

Perhaps it was at that very moment that this woman had quietly taken root in his heart.

...

Although his words moved her, she knew one thing very clearly: she did not love Silas Kent.

If she got together with Silas Kent, it would only be a repeat of the tragedy of her last marriage. In the end, it’s always the one who loves more deeply who gets hurt the most.

And she didn’t want to hurt Silas Kent, nor did she want to give him any hope.

Mika Summers’s expression hardened. She slapped his hand away. "Silas Kent, this is the last time I’m rejecting you. And I hope it’s the last time you ever mention it."

"Mika Summers, I won’t give up. I’ll wait for you to fall for me, to accept me."

Mika Summers’s eyes darkened, and a faint, bitter smile touched her lips. She picked up the file from the table and walked straight past Silas Kent.

After Mika Summers left, Silas Kent sank into her chair, his eyes filled with sorrow.

In all his thirty years, he had never felt so pained and weary.

Not even when he was betrayed by his closest family had he felt a pain like this.

***

After running into Mika Summers last night, Tristan Grayson had returned home and barely slept a wink.

So he didn’t go to the office today. Instead, he stayed home with Kiki. He spent the entire morning holding Kiki and watching cartoons. Kiki was a very well-behaved child, snuggled quietly in his arms the whole time.

Just then, Una Sullivan finished preparing a bottle of milk and handed it to Kiki.

Kiki took the bottle and snuggled back into Tristan Grayson’s arms, leaning against him obediently. Seeing this, Una Sullivan couldn’t help but smile. "This little one is really attached to you."

"He is, isn’t he?" Tristan Grayson smiled, reaching out to gently pinch Kiki’s little cheek.

Kiki swatted his hand away in annoyance. With a proud little huff, he tilted his face up, still drinking from his bottle, and said, "Don’t bother me, I’m watching TV!"

Tristan Grayson had just been praised by Una Sullivan for how attached Kiki was, and now the boy was giving him the cold shoulder. Feeling a little embarrassed, he cleared his throat and said, "Kiki, don’t you think you’ve been watching for a little too long today?"

"Have I?" Kiki asked, shaking his head and pretending not to understand.

"Yes, you have. So you should go to your room now and play with your toys or do some drawing."

"I don’t like to draw, and I’m bored with all those toys."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Kiki wiggled his little body, stood up on the sofa, and threw himself into Tristan Grayson’s arms. He said coaxingly, "Daddy, how about you take me out to play? We haven’t been out in a long, long time."

Seeing her darling grandson’s antics, Una Sullivan immediately smiled. "That’s right, Tristan. Since you’re resting at home today anyway, why don’t you take Kiki out for a bit?"

"Alright, I’ll take Kiki out. Mom, we won’t be back for dinner tonight. Actually, my parents have been pestering me to see Kiki, so I’ll just take him to stay with them for a few days."

"Okay, that works. Let Kiki go stay with them for a few days."

Tristan Grayson put Kiki’s shoes on, then picked him up and left.

As soon as they were out the door, the smile vanished from Una Sullivan’s face. She sat down on the sofa and soon began to cry softly.

Joseph Summers, who had been lying down in the bedroom, heard the crying from the living room and rushed out.

"Why are you crying again?"

"Oh, Joseph... do you think our daughter is still alive?"

"Don’t talk such nonsense. Our daughter is definitely still alive. You have to stop letting your mind run wild every day."

"How can I not? It’s been over two years, and there’s still no news.’ ’If this goes on, Tristan is bound to find a stepmother for Kiki sooner or later.’

’How much longer will these days last, with Tristan doting on Kiki and cherishing him like this?’