"So you're both owned by the company?" - Yes.

As I descended the stairs and entered the dining room, I felt a sense of relief.

Tristan sat down in the living room, focusing on the tab in front of her. "Beautiful."

Adrian said as I slowly sat down.

- It doesn't hurt much. Adrian admitted. "He rejected her and because you don't like Morris carrying you, I . . ."

I decided to help."

I clenched my fists and chin and stabbed my eyes.

- I'm tired, Chloe. I listened to Tristan. "I don't care, it's you, not him, who brought me to this state!"

- I will go further tomorrow, let Adrian take you.

He told me not to look. "Not." I did not agree. He let go of his hand and looked at me with a groan.

"Should I get down on my knees and pray?"

Did he really do that? I mean, you wouldn't want to see him on his knees begging, but I was better than him.

I looked at Adrian, who was leaning back aga

'Well, I guess you wouldn't mind bringing me some real information about yourself.

"Chloe Simpson, are you dating me?"

"I will." I tapped him on the shoulder and he laughed.

- Okay, I'll bring it to you. I need something?

- Yes, your pit.

He smiled as we walked down the last few stairs.

When we arrived, Morris had breakfast on the table. - Good morning, Miss Simpson. — Good morning, Morris.

I laughed at him. "How are you feeling?" "take care."

he smiled at me and left

kitchen. "Um, waffles," I moaned.

I heard footsteps behind me and knew it was Tristan and could smell his scent from where I was standing. My nose was very sensitive. Sorry.

"Thank you for coming."

He was wearing a gray suit with a black tie and was sitting in the chair across from me. Her hair was a mess, but it looked good on her.

I saw a visible bruise around the right wrist and a small cut near the back of 

His friend chuckled and I noticed a dimple, Tristan arrived with three wine glasses.

"Adrian, pass me the hand napkins." So his name was Adrian?

I didn't know I was starving till I tasted the diced steak with mushroom.

"Morris, this is delicious."

I said smiling at him, he was standing two feet away like he was waiting for an order.

"I cooked it myself not him."

Tristan said sounding annoyed. "Really?"

I stared at the food then at him, I gagged.

"I was about to tell him the salt is too much and the steak is overcooked."

I said reaching for my glass of wine.

Adrian tried to suppress his laughter.

He was about to say something but his ringtone stopped him.

"It's my mom."

He said to Adrian, he left the dining to answer the call.

"How bad is the wound on

a

scale of

one to five?" "100."

"That's really bad."

"Thanks to your friend."

"Those paintings you destroyed can make y

"So you're both owned by the company?" - Yes.

As I descended the stairs and entered the dining room, I felt a sense of relief.

Tristan sat down in the living room, focusing on the tab in front of her. "Beautiful."

Adrian said as I slowly sat down.

- It doesn't hurt much. Adrian admitted. "He rejected her and because you don't like Morris carrying you, I . . ."

I decided to help."

I clenched my fists and chin and stabbed my eyes.

- I'm tired, Chloe. I listened to Tristan. "I don't care, it's you, not him, who brought me to this state!"

- I will go further tomorrow, let Adrian take you.

He told me not to look. "Not." I did not agree. He let go of his hand and looked at me with a groan.

"Should I get down on my knees and pray?"

Did he really do that? I mean, you wouldn't want to see him on his knees begging, but I was better than him.

I looked at Adrian, who was leaning back against the chair. - Okay, tonight.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"I should have said yes, but I want

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