Chapter One Hundred-Twenty Nine

His short-lived relief was interrupted by a rich and jovial voice, “Family problems?”

He lifted his head to see who the voice belonged to. He was greeted by the sight of a man handsome enough to be a male model. His teutonic-gold hair currently in a casual jumble and a morning shadow stubble. His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thin and narrow, he carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw.

Tristan had rarely seen such beautiful men, but then again, he had never had eyes for anyone besides Roth anyway.

There was something about this man that made Tristan smile at him, somberly however.

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“Sir, can I speak to you alone for a while?” They had gotten the tests done and required reports on an urgent basis, which took more money, but money had never been a problem for Roth Dimitri - so now his temporary personal medical attendant was standing before him and Eleanor in the waiting cubicle and asking to talk to him alone.

Roth and El