At her words, Tristan Grayson's face instantly darkened. "Miss Summers, have I been too good to you today? Is that why you're being so insolent?" 'This woman just doesn't know what's good for her.'
She seemed to think he had no temper, testing his limits again and again.
Mika Summers flinched but forced herself to remain composed. "Young Master Grayson is so good to me, letting me walk around and embarrass myself with this." As she spoke, Mika Summers pointed to her neck.
Hearing her words, Tristan Grayson glanced at her neck and immediately saw the red mark. His gloomy mood seemed to dissipate considerably.
'So that's why she's angry.' Realizing he was in the wrong, Tristan Grayson didn't press the issue with her attitude.
He gestured to a sales associate. "We're checking out."
"This way, Mr. Grayson," the sales associate said with a smile, quickly walking over.
