From Trash to Titan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Tristan's eyes immediately dropped to Maxwell's hand. Just for a second, but long enough for everyone to see that he noticed.His jaw flexed again. His face flushed a deep, ugly red. He was struggling to hold it all in, looking like he was seconds away from exploding."Well," Tristan said abruptly. "I should go find the guys. Groomsman duties and all that." He looked at Natasha, and only at Natasha. "We should catch up later. There's a lot I want to talk to you about.""I don't know, I'm pretty busy tonight," Natasha said. Her tone left absolutely no room for negotiation."Well, whenever you're free," Tristan said. He gave her one last tight nod, still ignoring Maxwell, and walked away.Maxwell watched him disappear into the crowd. "That went well."Natasha let out a heavy breath she had been holding. "Wow. That went better than I expected. He is so mad.""Yeah," Maxwell agreed. "But I don't think that's the last time we'll deal with him tonight. Knowing guys like him, he'll come back

"He is not family," Natasha said quietly. "He is a groomsman. He should be sitting with the wedding party.""Don't be silly. He is like a son to me." Patricia waved happily. "Tristan, dear! Come sit. There is space right here."Natasha's jaw tightened. She didn't say another word. Arguing now would only cause a scene right before her sister walked down the aisle.Tristan stepped into the family row. He kissed Patricia on the cheek. He shook Robert's hand. He greeted the grandparents warmly. He played the part of the perfect son-in-law flawlessly.And then, out of all the empty seats in the row, he walked past Patricia, past Robert, past Natasha, and sat down in the empty aisle seat directly on Maxwell's left.He crossed one leg over the other, set his champagne glass on the floor, and turned to Maxwell with a highly satisfied smile."Maxwell," Tristan said quietly, his voice low enough that the parents couldn't hear. "Looks like we are going to be sitting together for the next hour."

Tristan finally stood up, however he gave Maxwell a murderous look before focusing to the altar.At the back of the hall, the big doors opened.Karina, the bride, appeared first in a cloud of white, looking nervous but happy. The room seemed to hold its breath. Cameras started clicking, and Patricia pressed a hand to her chest.Maxwell looked past the bride for a second and saw Natasha.She was standing right behind her sister, fixing the veil one last time. She looked focused and professional.Time passed, and the ceremony began with the usual heavy silence. The priest started talking about love and commitment, but in the second row, nobody was listening to him.Tristan was staring straight ahead, but he wasn't looking at the bride. His eyes were wide, a little too bright, like he was vibrating on a frequency only he could hear. The dismissive comments and just overall attitude from Maxwell was still eating at him, rotting his composure from the inside out.Tristan was used to being

Natasha crossed her arms. "I know. But knowing him, I highly doubt it. At this point, I think I need to just go ahead and get a restraining order."Maxwell looked at Karina and Leo, a bit amused by how casually they were insulting one of their groomsmen. Although he deserved it because he had a pathetic character but still it was surprising. "You two don't seem to like Tristan that much, huh?"Could he really blame them? Maxwell had come here to simply be Natasha's fake boyfriend and he had no issues with this Tristan person. He didn't know him, neither did he want to. But the moment he actually interacted with him, Maxwell realized who he was and it was hard to not dislike someone like him. Karina’s face twisted with pure disgust. "I can't stand him. He’s creepy, he's arrogant, and he treats people like things he can just buy. I didn't even want him at the wedding party, but Mom threw a massive fit about it." She rolled her eyes. "Mom is absolutely fond of him. She thinks the sun sh

Natasha saw the look her mom had and frowned. “Mom, he is my boyfriend, and he sits where I sit,” she declared. Patricia rolled her eyes. And still didn't say anything. Tristan walked to the table just then and sat down on the empty seat near Robert and Patricia. As Patricia's future son in-law, of course he was saved a seat here. After he had witnessed Maxwell and Natasha kissing, Tristan had left, and once he was out of everyone's eye he lost it. It was safe to say that jealousy was affecting him.However, that was thirty minutes ago, and Tristan had managed to slip his arrogant mask back in place.He sat at the table with a smug, relaxed look on his face, glancing over at Maxwell and Natasha, who were quietly minding their own business. His eyes glinted with a cold hatred as he stared at Maxwell.‘Enjoy it while you can, you fraud, Tristan thought to himself. Do you really think you can just show up and steal my spotlight? I've ordered a background check on you, and by the end