Chapter 19
I slept much more soundly this time.
When I finally woke up, it was already noon. As I looked up, I noticed an IV drip in my hand, and a nurse was checking my blood pressure.
I shifted and asked, “Where’s Tristan?”
The nurse gave me a puzzled look.
I quickly corrected myself, “I mean, where’s Mr. Zook?”
She smiled and replied, “Mr. Zook left for work early this morning. He should be back soon.”
I couldn’t help but smile. The thought of waking up to see Tristan brought me joy.
Yet something felt off. Why was I so eager to see a man I had only met yesterday? Could it be that I was already falling for him?
This thought made me feel intensely awkward.
Maybe Chloe was right. I was a hopeless romantic. After everything I’d endured with Jameson, I had become the laughingstock of the elites.
And now, here I was, falling for Tristan so easily. I wanted to slap myself. Thankfully, the face. nurse finished checking my IV and left the room before she could see the look on my
I looked around the room. It was a stark contrast to the guest room I had stayed in the night
before.
It was modern and bright, with soft yellow walls that shimmered with a silver sheen. The bed featured a cool gray and black design, dressed in deep blue sheets.
I glanced at the wall and noticed a sleek digital calendar alongside a few abstract paintings.
One of the paintings caught my attention, and I found myself staring at it for quite some time. I felt a strange sense of familiarity.
As I strained my eyes to focus, it hit me. The painting was identical to Tristan’s WhatsApp profile picture.
Wow, he really was that casual.
Wait a minute… this was Tristan’s room! The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning.
First, my cheeks flushed, then my limbs, and finally, my entire face turned warm. I buried my face in my hands and surveyed the room, feeling utterly overwhelmed.
Tristan had brought me to his room last night. But where had he slept?
My head was pounding again, this time with a dull throb of guilt.
The phone on the nightstand vibrated, and it caught my attention. I glanced over, realizing it
was mine.
It must have been Tristan who thoughtfully brought it to me. I couldn’t quite explain why, but I just had this feeling.
I unlocked my phone, and a WhatsApp message flashed on the screen.
“Where are you? Are you done causing trouble yet?”
As I glanced at the profile picture, I quickly closed the chat room.
It was a message from Jameson–dry and emotionless. There was no trace of concern in his words. I could almost picture his impatience as he typed it out.
Jameson: “We’re having dinner with my parents tomorrow night. You need to be there.
Jameson: “Where are you?
Jameson: “Wynonna, if you don’t come back, don’t ever come back.”
I didn’t reply. Meanwhile, Jameson, on the other end of the chat, was already fuming.
After a while, I typed, “I want a divorce. I’m not coming back!”
That was when the WhatsApp messages started flooding in.
Jameson: “Wynonna, you’ve got guts.
Jameson: “There’s a limit to how far you can push things, and you’ve crossed the line this
time.
Jameson: “Where are you? Get back here!”
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