Chapter 127

Cassandra stood to the side with her racing heart, watching Tristan's back, and an indescribable feeling spread through her chest. She had never seen Tristan like this before—furious and ruthless, yet strangely reassuring. He gave her a powerful sense of safety. Tristan turned and walked toward her. The violence in his gaze vanished, replaced by deep concern. "Are you hurt? Has anything like this happened before? Why didn't you tell me?" Cassandra shook her head, though her eyes burned. "I'm fine. Thank you for getting here in time." She was still rattled. Desmond's behavior had been depraved. Tristan cupped her cheek, his voice softening. "This won't happen again." Looking up at him, she suddenly found him utterly dependable. She pressed her lips together and asked hesitantly, "What about the contract?" He raised an eyebrow. "So what?" "This is a multi-billion-dollar project," she said quietly. Tristan snorted. "There's no way I'd sacrifice my wife just for that. You matter