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 

Adrien left angrier than when he went to see her.

"Please stay with me until Tristan regains consciousness with everything he needs."

Adrian said and took my hand. - He won't go anywhere with you! Tristan's voice echoed from above.

"You want me to leave him here and treat him like he's unimportant in your life?"

- Leave her alone, Adrian.

He said he fell down the stairs and blurred his vision. Adrian put me on my back and locked me against Tristan.

"If you really want to do this, don't treat him like shit."

Would you like some? I am so lost.

"I'm trying, don't you understand?"

"You mean to try?"

Tristan was stupid and wanted to see his face, but Adrian was tall and hard to see. "Chloe".

I heard Tristan yell, he was tired and not angry anymore.

"I'm trying to do good. I promise, he said. And I heard Adrian laugh.

I moved but Hadrian reached out to stop me and I saw Tristan cl

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 went to his room to invite Tristan to dinner?"

"Is not bad."

"thanks."

I was relieved, but why di

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