Chapter 77

Tristan stood at the door, his face utterly stormy. He had just finished a board meeting, and he was inexplicably irritated. On a whim, he had told Liam to drive straight to Blossom Studio. He told himself that he was just there to see if Genevieve had listened to him and not wandered off. But it seemed he had come at a bad time. The smile on Greg's face stiffened a little before he straightened his back. Then he silently stepped in front of Genevieve, blocking Tristan's aggressive gaze. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Tristan, a hint of hostility seeping through his gentle demeanor. "It's been a long time, Mr. Hale," he said. Tristan, however, didn't even bother to spare a glance at him. He strode right past Greg, heading straight for Genevieve and grabbing her wrist. "Come home with me," he said. His grip was so tight that it made Genevieve's brows furrow in pain. "Tristan, have you lost your mind?" she hissed. "Lost my mind?" Tristan asked before suddenly cradling hi