Chapter 218 You Knew All Along

Half an hour later, two movers carried a massive desk into Tristan's office. Cressida sank into the sofa, taking in the absurd scene, and felt the familiar ache in her ankle flare up again. "Do you really have to do this?" she asked, unable to hold back. After checking the edges of the new desk and confirming there were no issues, Tristan waved the movers and Kent out. The door clicked shut, leaving just the two of them in the office. He walked over and looked down at her with an air of absolute certainty. "I told you; it's more convenient this way." Cressida fell silent. He carried her over to the brand-new desk, where a computer and drawing tablet—matching his own—were already set up. Tristan had clearly planned this. With no other option, Cressida sank into the chair and opened the tablet. After all, she was under his roof. She tried to focus on her work, but the intensity of his gaze made it impossible. Cressida looked up and caught Tristan staring at her. He wasn't looking at