"Hazel, I've brought you some breakfast and some daily necessities…"
Before Tristan could finish his words, he caught sight of Chase.
"What's he doing here?"
"Tristan, don't get me wrong! I don't know what was wrong with him last night. He came all the way here."
Hearing that, Chase responded by tightening his grip around Hazel's shoulder while looking at Tristan tauntingly.
"Hazel and I are married. We don't need someone else to tell us what to do."
Hazel struggled a little. "Chase, we're divorced already!"
"We can still remarry, can't we?"
"You're nuts. Let go of me!"
Tristan couldn't help but frown. "Hazel, what's he doing here?"
From the looks of the situation, he figured that Chase had spent the night here.
The idea was driving Tristan up the wall.
Chase sneered, "Why can't I be here?"
"Tristan, I'll explain it to you later! Chase, you have to go! If you don't, I'll really call the police!"
