Chapter 285

Tristan spoke up first. "My hands were a little damp earlier. That's probably why you didn't want me to give you a massage. They're dry now. What do you say, Eleanor?" Eleanor was going to refuse, but when she saw the hopeful look on Tristan's face, she gave in. Cassandra added, "Grandma, he's really good at massages. Every time he massages me, I nearly fall asleep." "Well…" Eleanor hesitated. "Eleanor, just let me help you," Tristan said again. "Oh, alright, then," Eleanor finally agreed. At first, she was a bit stiff, but soon enough she began to relax. Tristan was smart. Whatever he set his mind to, he could do well. "Looks like Grandma fell asleep." Cassandra smiled as Eleanor's head bobbed up and down. Tristan paused to check, and sure enough, she was out cold. "I'll put her in bed. The couch is not cozy enough." "Okay." Cassandra nodded. Tristan lifted Eleanor carefully and carried her to her room. As he held her, she stirred slightly and murmured with a smile, "Adam."