Chapter 85

Tristan opened his eyes with a heavy head. Slowly but surely, trying once to straighten up, then leaned against the headboard of the mattress.

When he managed to sit up, his gaze slowly dropped. Removing the blanket attached to his body, Tristan was surprised for a moment. He was confused when he found his upper body was in a plain state without wearing a shirt.

At that moment, Tristan immediately massaged his temples which were throbbing in pain as he closed his eyes. Trying to remember what he did last night to not wear clothes like now.

"I just want to die, Nick. What's the point of living if there's no point in this."

"Sophia is adamant that she doesn't want to get back together with me."

"If your plan fails, then what?"

"I congratulate you, because you have succeeded in being a widower. Please try to find another woman to be a wife."

"Bastard!"

"Tristan, why do you have to be drunk like this? Actually, what is Sophia's strength so that in your eyes there is only her, huh?