Tristan could feel how Aurora treated him very gently. The woman's hands moved freely, caressing the neck, back, and down to the chest. When Aurora's lips greeted him, Tristan seemed to take it for granted. Don't protest, let alone refuse. However, when his eyes were closed, trying to enjoy, a different taste suddenly bothered his senses. It was as if something was blocking him, as if he didn't feel right. At first, Tristan tried to be nonchalant, but the feeling was getting more intense for some reason. Especially when Aurora began to deepen their kiss. In full awareness, Tristan understood that Aurora was already filled with lust at that time. He could even see how the woman's eyes were already very misty and passionate. Her hands kept moving, trying to strip off the pajamas he had just buttoned. When it was re-released, the woman's hand with a long neck grabbed her chest. Caressed it in a circular motion, immediately scooped it up, and squeezed it a little more complicated as i
Tristan seemed to walk casually into the dining room while fixing the location of the tie he was wearing. As soon as he sat perfectly in the chair, Samanta immediately poured orange juice into the man's glass as his employer's companion for breakfast this morning. At first, everything went as usual. Even Aurora, who was sitting next to Tristan, also seemed to enjoy all the food that was served. No more disappointment. Both seemed lost in the atmosphere and chose to forget what had happened last night. However, when the third mouthful entered Tristan's mouth, he seemed to taste something very different. Slowly swallow. Trying to unravel the taste caused by the food he eats. When he found an oddity, he immediately asked. "Samanta," Tristan called immediately. "Yes sir." The young servant immediately rushed over to hear what his master might want to order. "You cooked breakfast this morning?" Tristan inquired curiously. Samanta confidently nodded immediately. "Yes, Sir. I cooked an
"Sophia, are you in the room?" Edward had arrived at his apartment precisely at seven o'clock in the evening. After finishing work, he had a chance to stop first at a law firm to help take care of Sophia's divorce papers. Edward wasn't kidding. He was earnest about separating the woman from her best friend, who turned out to be a jerk. If he had known Sophia's fate would be like now, maybe from the start, Edward would never have been willing, let alone let Sophia fall into Tristan's hands. His best friend was outrageous in treating the woman he loved. If on the first day Edward still heard Sophia cry throughout the silence of the night, on this third day, he no longer heard her. Edward had high hopes that what he did could improve the mental condition of the woman he loved so much that it would no longer be as bad as before. "Sophia, are you all right?" Once again, Edward chanted Sophia's name in front of the bedroom door when he found the woman didn't answer. Worried that someth
Tristan was confident that his ears were still functioning very, very well. Listening to the words that just came out of Alfonso's mouth, he immediately blinked. Digest for a few seconds and then think again and again. Is what his father-in-law said the truth or just nonsense to invite his emotions. Like lightning strikes in broad daylight, he again discovers a new reality. It turns out that Raphael is his birth father. Did Tristan immediately believe it? Of course not. He even tried hard to deny what Alfonso had just said. "Don't be crazy, Pa! What kind of bullshit do you want to tell me?" said the man casually. As much as possible, keep his face of continue to look calm. Tristan must not be provoked by the bait that Alfonso just threw. "So you doubt what I said?" Alfonso replied with a smile. The man's face was genuinely mocking. "Have you forgotten about the news about the scandal between Gracia and Raphael that I told you a while ago? I'm sure you must have proven the truth yo
"Tristan, how long are you going to keep sipping your drink?" said Nicholas, sitting with Tristan at the time at their regular Bar. Nicholas was already home. He was even getting ready to go on a date with Claire. A few minutes before he left, Tristan suddenly called. The man asked to be followed up because he was currently drunk, and he couldn't drive a car when he got home. Worried, Nicholas could not help but agree to pick the man up. When he arrived at the Connaught Bar in the Mayfair area, Nicholas could see Tristan sitting alone in a semi-drunk position. The man continued to gulp down the drink in his hand. Meanwhile, from time to time, Nicholas also heard his best friend talking. I don't know what he said. "Come on, get up quickly. I'm taking you right now," Nicholas ordered once more. He was dizzy when he saw his best friend's behavior. Tristan is just like Jacob. When there's a problem, always go to the Bar to pass the time with a drink. Both always think alcohol is the b
Tristan's life has been chaotic and increasingly uncertain this past week. After knowing the remarkable fact that he was Raphael's biological son, until this moment, he still didn't want to admit it until this moment. Raphael had tried many times to get close. He also tried many times to provide clarification, but still, Tristan didn't care. Even though they were still standing in the same building, Tristan had closed all access for Raphael to meet him. Busy with his thoughts, suddenly, a knock came on the door. A few seconds later, Mario's figure and another figure that Tristan had been waiting for all this time. "Detective Joseph." Tristan immediately stood up. He stretched out his hand, inviting Joseph to shake hands. "Please have a seat. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Joseph sat down quickly. The middle-aged man immediately opened the bag he was carrying to take out a folder, then handed it over to Tristan immediately. "This is a summary of the reports I've colle
"You know, Adrian? I've been planning all these plans for a long time. Looking for the right time to eliminate Andrew from the face of this earth," said Alfonso. "But why get rid of it, sir? Isn't Mr. Andrew an old friend of yours?" Adrian looked surprised. He wondered why his boss insisted on drawing up a plan as neat as possible to eliminate his own best friend. "It's that simple. I don't like Andrew choosing Raphael over me. Foxtail can be where he is now because of my role in raising him." Adrian nodded in understanding. Understand how Alfonso feels. "Then how come Julio was willing to follow your orders? I'm sure what you ordered put the lives of all of you in the car at risk." Alfonso seemed to be smiling. Leaning his shoulder on the back of the chair, he then explained again. "I know Julio requires a lot of money to support his family. For that, I purposely ordered my people to kidnap his wife and children. I moved them to a safe place. what I ordered." "So because of th
At that time, Sophia was already in Edward's car. Her mind was utterly unfocused. Anxiety and fear now creep into her brain and mind while on the way to her father's office. For some reason, Sophia felt sure, after seeing her, Tristan would decide to go straight to his father at the office. Because she was worried that something untoward would happen, she forced Edward to deliver it immediately. Sophia's worries grew, even more when the car they were both in was stuck in traffic for a while. From the corner of his eye, Edward could see how agitated the woman beside him was. Occasionally look to the right and left. It seems to check the cellphone screen as if waiting for someone's phone call. Taking the initiative to lighten the mood, Edward was reprimanded and then offered Sophia a bottle of drink. "Drink it," Edward prodded. "I thought this might calm you down a bit. I see. You look like someone who is worrying about something." Sophia turned her head, then nodded. Grabbing the b