Chapter 38

The moment Tristan saw Aidan approaching Cassandra, his eyes turned cold. He was about to walk over, but when he saw Cassandra already striding away with clear impatience, he relaxed. It seemed like he'd need to keep an eye on Aidan from now on. … Outside at the hotel's garden, Clara watched Aidan go after Cassandra through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her expression was cold, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She wanted nothing more than to rush over and drag them apart. However, Clarisse was there, so she forced herself to hold back. Clarisse had seen it, too. Furious, she snapped, "That bitch! She's already hooked up with another guy and still wants to string my brother along? Playing both sides? What a two-faced skank!" Clara put on a pitiful act of a wronged little wife—eyes red, voice soft, and full of false grievance. "Maybe my sister's with that man just to make Aidan jealous. If there's still love between them, I'm willing to step b