Chapter 126

Looking into those mesmerizing fox-like eyes, Tristan gently pinched Megan's chin as he pressed a long, lingering kiss on her lips. Just then came a knock at the door. Tristan chuckled and stood up, walked over to the curtain and tugged at a fine hidden chain—causing the hanging painting to slip back into place. After taking his seat and switching off the voice transmitter, he said, "Come in." A waiter rolled in a food cart, gracefully placing the dishes on the table before backing out. Tristan picked up a piece of saucy rib and placed it into her bowl. "Any idea who owns Sky Lounge?" "I heard it's that food industry tycoon, Johnson Foreman," Megan replied, savoring the rich flavor of the meat. "On paper, yeah. But behind the scenes, it's actually me." Megan nearly choked on her bite. "Wait—what? Who did I marry, seriously?" "Hm?" Tristan's sharp eyes narrowed as they locked on her. She faked an innocent smile. "I mean someone crazy impressive?" He gently wiped the sauce off the corner