Jane froze in her spot, staring at the stranger hugging her boyfriend. Fake boyfriend actually. Also, she referred to him as “babe” like they have known each other romantically. That knowledge twisted something inside her. An ugly feeling crawled over her chest, gripping at her in an instant.
Jane ended up walking back to the room assigned to her. There was no use wandering in the hallways anyway. As soon as she’s in the comfort of the bed and huge duvet, the bartender stared at her contact list. The only thing she managed to grab from the nightstand without collapsing on the bed.
"I didn't know" She shakily breathed, staring at the Prince standing in front of her. Jane couldn't trust anyone, huh. Why didn't Daniel tell her anything? They talked about so many things. He could have mentioned that to her.
/Tristan's POV/When the Prince woke the morning after, the bathroom door was ajar, and the shower's running. He quirked his brow at that. Who was showering in his bathroom? Even though he could just knock and confirm his
Jane felt a harsh nudge in her side. Looking up, she noticed her friend glaring down at her. Krista had an arm resting on her hip, brow arched.
Jane barged into the Palace; she had a clear motive in the back of her mind. And that was to meet the Prince and demand some answers. How could he tarnish her name like that? What was his entire team doing? Just thinking about the article made her blood boil. Its been eighteen hours since that single tabloid published the interview, but hundred different publications quoted the same thing.
Tristan stormed to Ivanka's room, his jaw clenched the entire time. He couldn't believe it that she would something so stupid. Ivanka voluntarily talked to the media and made the matters worse. Of course they twisted her words and dragged Jane to the filth, as far as making her to be the home wrecker. The people bought into anything so it wouldn't be surprising if they blindly believed the article. Oh god. What if they were already camping at Jane's place as well? The Prince had some bodyguards watch that place just in case if things started getting out of hand.
Jane looked up from chopping her onions when she heard her fathers noise. He was pointing at the screen. Surprisingly, her father was not yelling like he usually did in front of the television. As soon as she got home, her parents were so emotional seeing her they all hugged. No one talked about the tabloids or the papers. For the meantime, she's glad about it.
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Jane looked up from chopping her onions when she heard her fathers noise. He was pointing at the screen. Surprisingly, her father was not yelling like he usually did in front of the television. As soon as she got home, her parents were so emotional seeing her they all hugged. No one talked about the tabloids or the papers. For the meantime, she's glad about it.
Tristan stormed to Ivanka's room, his jaw clenched the entire time. He couldn't believe it that she would something so stupid. Ivanka voluntarily talked to the media and made the matters worse. Of course they twisted her words and dragged Jane to the filth, as far as making her to be the home wrecker. The people bought into anything so it wouldn't be surprising if they blindly believed the article. Oh god. What if they were already camping at Jane's place as well? The Prince had some bodyguards watch that place just in case if things started getting out of hand.
Jane barged into the Palace; she had a clear motive in the back of her mind. And that was to meet the Prince and demand some answers. How could he tarnish her name like that? What was his entire team doing? Just thinking about the article made her blood boil. Its been eighteen hours since that single tabloid published the interview, but hundred different publications quoted the same thing.
Jane felt a harsh nudge in her side. Looking up, she noticed her friend glaring down at her. Krista had an arm resting on her hip, brow arched.
/Tristan's POV/When the Prince woke the morning after, the bathroom door was ajar, and the shower's running. He quirked his brow at that. Who was showering in his bathroom? Even though he could just knock and confirm his
"I didn't know" She shakily breathed, staring at the Prince standing in front of her. Jane couldn't trust anyone, huh. Why didn't Daniel tell her anything? They talked about so many things. He could have mentioned that to her.
Jane ended up walking back to the room assigned to her. There was no use wandering in the hallways anyway. As soon as she’s in the comfort of the bed and huge duvet, the bartender stared at her contact list. The only thing she managed to grab from the nightstand without collapsing on the bed.
Jane froze in her spot, staring at the stranger hugging her boyfriend. Fake boyfriend actually. Also, she referred to him as “babe” like they have known each other romantically. That knowledge twisted something inside her. An ugly feeling crawled over her chest, gripping at her in an instant.
When she climbed back up the ladder,Tristan was sitting next to it, his legs dangling over the edge. He looked so soft and warm as he’s watching her, a radiant smile on his face. The bartender couldn’t handle that, can’t handle him. She shook her head,spraying the Prince with droplets of water.