Chapter 143

The autumn breeze gently swayed the trees, casting long, graceful shadows under the fading sunlight. Tristan brought Megan to the amusement park in Capitol City. Since it wasn't a holiday and the sun was about to set, the park wasn't crowded. Holding her hand tightly, Tristan strode inside with her. "Whatever you feel like trying, I'm game." Megan could guess why—he was afraid Mrs. Lewis's words had upset her. So, he brought her here to cheer her up. She gave his warm hand a soft tug, asking him to pause. He turned to look at her. "What's up?" Without a word, Megan hugged him, arms wrapping around his waist as she leaned her face against his firm chest. "Nothing. Just... you're really, really sweet to me—like, ridiculously thoughtful." "Well, that's a given." Tristan wrapped her in a tight hug, his jaw pressing gently against her fragrant hair. "You're my woman. Of course I care how you feel. Especially when we're... in bed." Megan stifled a laugh, nudging his back with her tiny fists.