Chapter 15

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