Chapter 51

"Must I?" Tristan asked, leaning down. As his face inched closer to Genevieve's, his warm breath gently caressed her ear. A cold, minty scent immediately enveloped her. The memory of the kiss from last night made Genevieve's cheeks heat up. "I'm just… worried about you," he said in a low, seductive voice. "Or are you perhaps afraid of me, Gen?" Genevieve's heart skipped a beat. Her? Afraid of him? What a joke! Then a realization dawned on her. What did he just call her? She looked up, wanting to push him away, but her eyes were immediately drawn to his intense, deep gaze. His eyes were filled with indescribable emotions. Suddenly, a loud knock shattered the tension between them. Hannah peeked inside the office. "Gen, Landers Group—" Before she could finish speaking, she saw the unexpected scene unfolding in front of her. Her eyes widened like saucers. Tristan straightened up nonchalantly and smoothed his sleeves. He smiled at Hannah, then said to Genevieve, "I'll be going