Chapter 89

Tristan stayed quiet as he continued to press his palms against my neck. I had to admit it; he really had a knack for this. After his massage, my tense neck felt much more relaxed. "Um, that's enough. I'm okay now," I whispered, worried I was troubling him. I spoke so softly that Tristan didn't hear me. He continued pressing down, focused and attentive with each motion. I found myself drawn to his shadow on the wall again. His side profile was really handsome. The sunlight caught him perfectly, casting a crisp silhouette on the wall. Even the stray strands of his hair seemed to fall in graceful curves. I tilted my head slightly, and my shadow fell perfectly on his chin. It was a beautiful moment. A sweet sensation filled my heart. It was as if I had returned to my carefree days at 18 years old. I couldn't help but think that if I had liked Tristan back then, things might have been better. Perhaps only a man as gentle and considerate as Tristan deserved my everything, even