Chapter 115 What He Wants

The living room light was on. The smell of food drifted out from the kitchen, carried by a gentle and mature voice. "Tris, try this soup. I just made it. You're always bogged down by work. You need to take better care of yourself." Cressida froze at the entryway. There he was, Tristan, sitting casually on her couch with a bowl of soup in his hand. He looked up at the sound of the door, his gaze cutting through the rising steam of the soup and landing on her. Daphne came out with another dish, smiling even wider when she saw Cressida. "You're back, Cressie. Wash your hands and get ready for dinner. Tris came by to visit me and brought a lot of things. I asked him to stay for dinner." Cressida changed her shoes and walked toward them, her mind blank. What was he doing here? What did he want?" "Grandma, you carry on. I need to speak to Dr. Leigh." Cressida forced a smile. "Okay, you young people talk. I'll make another dish." Daphne didn't give it much thought and went back to the