Chapter 155 He Gave the Painting to Cressida

Cressida's face immediately turned red, the warmth spreading from her neck up to the tips of her ears. She immediately shoved Tristan aside. However, she did it so suddenly, and her sprained ankle was still in pain, that she quickly lost balance and nearly toppled over again. "What the hell are you saying?" she exclaimed, holding on to the wall for balance. She was both angry and embarrassed. "I just had too much to drink! I'm tipsy!" "Really?" Tristan asked. He didn't come any closer to her and just stood where he was. Light from inside the building filtered out as he looked at her casually. Cressida felt uncomfortable with his gaze. The light shone on her face, revealing just how red she was. She turned away from the light and didn't dare to look at him again. "I sprained my ankle. It's got nothing to do with you!" Cressida gritted her teeth and slowly limped all the way to the elevator door. She could feel the sharp pain in her ankle with every step. Still, she would rather be