Chapter 183 We'll Make Ourselves Scarce

Tristan lifted his head. The moment he saw the rare spark of life on her face, the teasing in his eyes quietly shifted into something else. "Dr. Leigh does look good in a white coat," Cressida said, schooling her smile away as she mimicked his tone. She gave him a deliberate once-over, then added, "Shame about the thick skin, though. Complimenting yourself like that… Is that even acceptable?" She hardly ever joked with barbs. The moment the words left her mouth, she felt awkward. She quickly turned away to stare at the medical poster on the wall. Tristan snapped the chart shut and leaned casually against the desk, looking at her confidently. "Well, I guess that's still better than someone who talks tough despite being a softie. For someone saying all that, you were staring pretty hard earlier." "I was not staring!" Cressida's face heated again as she refuted instinctively. "You were." She had nothing to counter him with, so she simply turned her head away, refusing to engage.