Chapter 126

Even if Cassandra screamed, no one would hear her. Tristan probably wouldn't be back anytime soon. Cassandra realized she had to rely on herself. She stared Desmond down. "Mr. Anderson, think carefully. I'm not lying. Tristan and I are legally married. You should know Tristan's temper. Can you really handle his wrath?" She needed to stall and silently prayed that Tristan would return quickly. However, Desmond just smirked and stepped closer, trying to pull her into his arms. Alerted, Cassandra jerked free, raised her leg, and drove her foot hard against his groin. "Ah!" Desmond doubled over, hands clamped between his legs, his face flushing a dark red. Cassandra stepped back. "Come one step closer, and you'll never be a man again!" Sweat beaded on Desmond's forehead as he glared up at her. "Bitch! How dare you kick me?" He lurched forward, reaching for her hair. Cassandra quickly dodged, but her heel twisted and she fell backward. She closed her eyes, bracing for the pain.