Chapter 144

Early the next morning, the crisp air carried the mouthwatering scent of porridge. Megan twitched her petite nose. Mmm… smells amazing. She slowly opened her sleepy eyes and saw a tall figure approaching. Tristan was wearing a crisp white dress shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up. His dark slacks fit his long legs perfectly. The guy looked ridiculously good—like, unfairly good-looking. The only thing throwing it off a bit was the breakfast tray in his hands, with a steaming bowl of porridge on it. Megan lay on her side, propped up by one arm, eyebrow arched. "You know, maybe you should switch outfits." "What kind should I wear? Just say the word, and I'll change right away," he replied without skipping a beat. She smirked. "Really?" He set the tray down on the nightstand and gently ran a finger across her pale arm. "When I say something, I mean it." That grin of hers turned a little mischievous. Sitting up, she pulled the blanket up to cover her curves and teased, "Okay then—how abou