Chapter Seventy Three

Roth woke up in the morning to 19 missed calls from Tristan. He smacked his head with worry - he had put his phone on silent. He usually woke up late on Sunday mornings after his rendezvouses the previous night.

He glanced at Charlotte, still soundlessly asleep in his bed. Remorse began to fill Roth’s head, he should have spent the previous night with Tristan. Well, no worries, he would go and make up for it now.

He pressed a button to call the new chef his staff manager had hired for them, and ordered him to prepare a breakfast in bed and get it delivered in Tristan’s room. After fixing his appearance, he arrived at Tristan’s door, which was, much to his surprise, open.

Knitting his brows, he neared the door to look inside. There was Tristan on the bed and someone else with him, fixing his sheets.

“Craig!” Roth exclaimed in surprise.

Both of them turned around to face him.

“Did you spend the night here?” He asked, the frown on his face intact. He didn’t know why but the idea of