Chapter 13
Tristan had already stepped out of the car, standing outside with a smile. “Wyn, we’re here.”
As I stepped out, I was taken aback by the stunning scenery that surrounded us. We were in a secluded spot, but the view was simply breathtaking.
I glanced around and took in our surroundings. We were on a hillside, overlooking a vast expanse of blue ocean that stretched endlessly before us. The setting sun bathed the horizon in a vibrant glow, while a lush forest lay behind us.
Nestled among the trees was an old antique house. Logically, one might expect such an isolated house to feel eerie, but this one clearly did not.
The walls of the house were adorned with vast swathes of exquisite roses in shades of red, pink, and yellow, creating a vibrant sea of blooms.
I felt a thrill of excitement. “James Galway! Claire Austin! Cappuccino Rose! And Gertrude Jekyll! Oh my!”
I circled around the floral wall. Names of various rose varieties floated through my mind. Tristan leaned against the car, smiling as he watched me.
A gentle breeze swept by, making the roses and leaves on the wall sway rhythmically, producing a soothing sound. A rich floral fragrance enveloped me.
I was so overwhelmed with happiness that I could cry.
Creating a wall of roses in my garden had been a childhood dream of mine. Unfortunately, my mom was allergic to pollen, and I couldn’t always care for them.
I never imagined Tristan would have such a magical rose garden. I ran up to him excitedly. ” Tristan, how did you manage to grow all these roses?”
Tristan looked at me and shrugged. “I hired people to take care of them. Gardening isn’t my thing.”
I shook my head emphatically. “No, you do know! You must have given the gardener instructions on what to plant.”
“Oh?” Tristan asked lightly. “How do you know that?”
I couldn’t quite explain it, but I stubbornly insisted, “You must have told the gardener! I just know it!”
Tristan looked at my childish enthusiasm and smiled helplessly. “Let’s go inside. It’s quite windy out here.”
His arm casually slipped around my shoulder, hovering lightly without fully resting on it.
Just as we were abom to enter the house, a young woman in a pink dress blocked my path. Her face was etched with displeasure.
Tristan! Why did you bring this crazy woman home? She’s Wynonna Lambert!”
The young woman rolled her eyes at me. I didn’t recognize her, but her expression suggested she knew me well and held a strong dislike.
Tristan glanced at her and gave a noncommittal um in response. He then led me inside.
She stomped her feet in frustration at being completely ignored. “Tristan! Tristan! Are you even listening? That’s Wynonna Lambert! Aren’t you embarrassed to bring her here?”
Tristan stopped and frowned at her. “Camila, who taught you to treat guests so rudely?”
Camila was momentarily taken aback before snapping back, “Tristan, what kind of guest is she? She’s just a woman with a terrible 1
Feeling embarrassed, I took a hesitant step back.
Tristan’s expression hardened. “Camila, apologize!”
Camila was taken aback. “Tristan, you want me to apologize to her? Did I hear you correctly?” “I said apologize.”
anger.
It was only then that Camila realized that Tristan was serious. Her face flushed with Tristan, you just returned from abroad. You have no idea how bad her reputation is. She-” “Apologize!”
For the third time, Tristan’s voice rang out with a commanding tone that sent a shiver down my spine.
I flinched instinctively, and Camila knew better than to argue further. Glaring at me, she gritted her teeth and said, “Fine. I’m sorry!”
Her eyes were filled with anger, and she ran away once she was done.
Feeling a bit awkward, I stood there, looking at Tristan. “Maybe… I should head back.”
I quickly added, “I have money. I can take a cab.”
Tristan looked displeased. “Where exactly are you going back to? Jameson’s?”
