Chapter 154 Your Body is Pretty Honest

The alcohol, coupled with the cold night breeze, was starting to give Cressida a pounding headache. She glared at Tristan as he walked out from the shadows, suddenly feeling awake and no longer drunk as she confronted him. "You're really everywhere, Mr. Leigh. I can't seem to shake you off," she said, leaning against the doorframe. "Have you been stalking me?" Tristan didn't answer the question. He just snuffed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash nearby. Then, he took a few steps toward Cressida, closing the gap between them. He stood at a respectable distance so she wouldn't feel pressured, but she still couldn't run from him. "That was a pretty good show you put on just now." The night seemed to deepen Tristan's features even further. "Luther's face turned completely white with anger. Were you delighted?" The corners of Cressida's lips curled upward. "I was, but could you have done anything about it?" "I couldn't," Tristan said. "But you could have done it in a more