He was terrified. "Yes".

He paused before going into the cellar.

When I waited at the restaurant, they brought me everything I asked for, but seemed reluctant to give it to me. - Don't worry about me. "Where is Tristan's room?"

- he asked while holding the knife. "Left Chamber".

"thanks."

I sniffed and headed for the stairs. I went into Tristan's room and his room had no color. The room was gray and spacious with floor to ceiling glass walls with a lovely view of the garden. I found her wardrobe and it was right next to the bathroom. it was big

Well organized clothes in a variety of colors, brands and styles. Sword in hand, I thought about where to start with his outfit as well.

I think I know the rest, yes! I tore his clothes with a knife,

Well, not all because I'm tired. I sat on the floor of the closet and cried. I could still feel Ralph in my arms and their voices could still

He looked at me coldly as I chewed my food and there was a long silence as we waited. I watched him swallow and swallow and I was waiting for what he was going to say, but he completely ignored me and took the pasta and put it in his mouth.

Did he know I was there? Maybe Morris said I invited him to dinner.

I started to eat, but the silence is killing me. I looked at Tristan and I knew he was looking at me, but it was hard to read his expression. I looked away and carefully ate my food, he looked at me and his gaze pierced my skin and I felt it.

"Why are you so curious?" he asked. "Here you go?"

I grunted and looked at him. I raised my eyebrows and pretended to be confused. He took the glass, drank the wine, and stood up. As he walked, I looked at him a little confused. "That fool."

I muttered to myself, and now I can eat comfortably.

"Maurice".

"Yes, Miss Simpson?"

"Did I say I 

'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 

He was terrified. "Yes".

He paused before going into the cellar.

When I waited at the restaurant, they brought me everything I asked for, but seemed reluctant to give it to me. - Don't worry about me. "Where is Tristan's room?"

- he asked while holding the knife. "Left Chamber".

"thanks."

I sniffed and headed for the stairs. I went into Tristan's room and his room had no color. The room was gray and spacious with floor to ceiling glass walls with a lovely view of the garden. I found her wardrobe and it was right next to the bathroom. it was big

Well organized clothes in a variety of colors, brands and styles. Sword in hand, I thought about where to start with his outfit as well.

I think I know the rest, yes! I tore his clothes with a knife,

Well, not all because I'm tired. I sat on the floor of the closet and cried. I could still feel Ralph in my arms and their voices could still be heard in my head. After a while, I wiped my tears and got up from my chair. If there's an easy w

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