Chapter Eighty Seven

Not paying head to his expression having gone blank, she turned to look at him and asked, “Say, why don’t you party like him?”

Tristan did not meet her eye, and kept looking straight at Roth, he said, “Because I am not him.”

“But you want to be.” She said suggestively.

Tristan merely shook his head. That was all he had to express for the enormous feelings he had about Roth. They were too complicated to be put into words, and would especially go over that pretty little brunette’s head.

“Then why have you been looking at him longingly for hours too?” She leaned in with a sly smile playing on her lips.

Tristan was caught off-guard as he jolted up and turned to meet her eye, his face masking a look between shock and horror. He suddenly felt scared of her, she was seconds away from uncovering the biggest secret of his life.

Even though he quickly recovered, his initial shock had not escaped Eeanor’s notice, as she calmly stood, drawing circles along the edge of her wine glass, looking