Jane let her eyes roam around, taking a step forward in the direction of the main dining hall when she spotted Daniel. What was he doing here? She looked a little wide-eyed as he turned around and their eyes clashed. Last time they met, it didn’t turn out very well. The Prince asked her to stay away from him, his very own cousin for a reason unknown.
Jane stood on her feet instantly, rushing to the King as he collapsed on the chair. Her hand immediately flew to check his pulse by the time Queen started yelling. As soon as she studied his heartbeats, the bartender realised that it wasn't a heart attack. Despite that, the King was unconscious.
Tristan almost let out a growl at the sight of his cousin. The bartender was immediately on her feet, holding him back by tugging at his wrist. She didn’t want them to start fighting in the hospital of all places. The King was on his bed next door, and he wouldn’t appreciate it.
As Jane sneaked out through the back exit, she spotted Tristan grinning widely as he stepped out of the car. He only had one bodyguard with him, his trusted one, Alfred. Before she could take a step further, someone from her university yelled Tristan’s name.“It’s the Prince!” Another one joined.And just like that, they were instantly swarmed with the paparazzi and students, trying to take exclusive pictures of them.She felt suffocated with all the people approaching them, a wide grin on their faces as they tried to slid in beside the Prince and took selfies. That was new. Well, he was extraordinarily successful and handsome, so there’s that.Tristan was a pro. He didn’t shy away from the pictures, posing with the peace sign and a fake smile. The bartender knew that it was fake because he always had crinkles around his eyes whenever he smiled.
/Tristan’s POV/He stared as the bartender tried to focus on the pages of her book as if trying not to sigh in between. It’s a tough line. Interesting. Tristan was aware that she developed a bad habit of reaching for her phone in between and checking the internet. Mostly to see the news articles, a negative one at that written about her, which only spoils her mood. He ha
Tristan picked up the call on the first ring which made her brows shot up. Why was he up so late? She thought that it would be a few more rings before he woke up. Then she realised that he did have a habit of staying up late."The only reason I'm up is that I recognised your ringtone. So this better be good" He rumbled, his voice deep and sending a shiver down her spine.A smile tugged at her lips. "You have a ringtone for me?""You don't have a ringtone for me?" Tristan mock offended asked. She could quickly identify the teasing tone in his voice. It's easy now because the bartender has spent a lot of time with him to know precisely his humour. To think she thought of him as some rich snob with massive dick in the beginning. The second part of it was correct, though. He
As Jane descended the stairs, she caught sight of someone leaning against the wall, their voice barely a hiss. Unable to control her curiosity, she followed the direction of the sound, keeping a few feet distance, enough to catch the end of the conversation."I thought their dancing video would work"The bartender froze at the mention of video. Maybe she was reaching, but it sounded a lot like that leaked video of Tristan and Florence dancing. Could be it. She wanted to confirm her suspicion, so she peeked forward and stared at the person. It was a guy in bodyguard uniform. Someone from the Palace recorded that video? The information shook her to the core. Why would he do it?The bodyguards back were to her front, so she wasn't able to get a good look at him. That didn't faze her as she stoo
"Hey. Princeling?" In the mirror, she caught Tristan’s eyes and held them.It was one of those days where she had to train under Bella. Frankly, Jane didn’t understand why she still had to do it. She thought the Que
Tristan was waiting for Jane to arrive, thrumming with barely suppressed nerves, face pale and eyes wide. He was the very epitome of discomfort. Who wouldn't be? After the cryptic way she hung up the phone, he had every right to be nervous. Few minutes passed by, and she messaged him to meet her downstairs in the pool room.