Chapter 17
Wyatt looked both shocked and overjoyed, like a child being handed his favorite toy. He practically shouted as he pressed Sloan against the wall, trying to kiss her.
Smack!
A loud slap echoed through the lobby.
Sloan’s expression turned ice–cold. “Mister, you’ve got the wrong person. Touch me again and I’ll call the cops.”
Wyatt ignored her warning and leaned in again. “No way! I’d recognize you anywhere, even with longer hair! You’re Sloan. My Sloan!”
“How could you be so cruel, Sloan? Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?”
Wyatt’s voice was hoarse, tears glinting at the corners of his eyes as he lost control of his emotions. He tightened his grip, ignoring Sloan’s struggling as he tried to deepen the kiss.
The next second, a sharp pain in his groin made him stumble back, groaning.
The girl stood in front of Sloan, her hands on her hips, glaring daggers at him. “Bad man! Stay away from my mom!”
Wyatt’s gaze swept over the little girl’s face. His eyes narrowed as he noticed how much she resembled him. He crouched down and asked the girl, “How old are you?”
Sloan’s eyes hardened. “Don’t even think about it. She’s my daughter with Tristan. Now, stay away from her!”
Brielle ignored him, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Help! Help! He wants to kidnap
me!”
Hotel guests rushed into the hallway. A few men tackled Wyatt to the ground and pinned
him there.
Wyatt screamed as they restrained him. “Sloan! I know you’re angry, but I swear I didn’t know about any of it! It was all Carol’s doing–I’m innocent! Please, Sloan, come back to me. You can hate me, hit me, scream at me–I don’t care. Just don’t leave me again!”
Under the stares of the growing crowd, Sloan’s expression remained cold and composed. “I don’t know this man. He seems unstable–you should probably send him to a psych
ward. Thanks for the help.”
The concerned onlookers nodded and quickly handed him over to security.
Sloan grabbed Brielle’s hand and led her inside the hotel. Tristan was sitting on the couch, headphones on, completely focused on his laptop. He seemed unaware of the chaos that had just unfolded.
“Baby, what happened?” Tristan asked, closing his laptop. His eyes darkened when he noticed Sloan’s swollen lips.
“It’s nothing,” Sloan replied, wiping her mouth in disgust. “Just ran into a psycho. Wyatt’s here.”
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Brielle stomped her foot, her face red with frustration. “But I kicked him and scared him
off!”
Tristan’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening. But his tone was steady as he smiled at Enelle
“You did? You’re so brave, sweetheart.” His tone was steady despite the storm brewing inside him. “You two must be hungry, Come on, let’s get something to ext”
Tristan had intended to pick Sloan up when they landed at the airport, but Sloan refused She said she wanted to visit a few places first and catch up with some old friends. Since he figured nothing dangerous would happen in the meantime, Tristan had agreed But the very thing he feared most ended up happening right where they were staying Tristan narrowed his eyes, his face darkening with a dangerous aura. Wyatt Finley
If things had come to this, then he would take action–starting with the complete destruction of Finley Corp.
Soon, the three of them arrived at a cozy little bistro.
Tristan casually served Sloan and Brielle, his hands steady as he placed food on their plates, “Honey, is there anywhere you’d like to go next? I’ll go with you.”
Sloan gave him a small smile. “I was thinking about visiting my mom’s grave-
“Sloan!”
Before she could finish, a loud, excited voice cut through the air.
Sloan’s smile immediately dropped as Wyatt’s eager voice filled the room.
His eyes widened as he pushed through the entrance, looking like a man who had just found water in a desert. “I knew it! Fate wouldn’t keep us apart forever. We were meant to find each other again. Please, Sloan–just come back to me! I’ll do anything!”
His gaze burned with raw desperation as he stared at Sloan, his love for her practically radiating off him.
Behind him, his mother, Amelia Finley, trailed close, her face equally stunned. “Is that really you, Sloan?” Amelia’s voice trembled with emotion. “You’re alive? Oh my God… I thought I’d never see you again!”
After bailing Wyatt out of the police station, Amelia had thought his ramblings were nothing more than delusions. She stepped forward, raising a trembling hand as if to touch Sloan’s face.
Sloan’s expression hardened. She stepped back, her gaze cutting and cold.
“For the last time–I don’t know you. Try this again and I’ll call the cops.”
