Chapter 45

MAXWELL'S POV

“We are so glad you could make it Maxwell. It's a shame I haven't seen your mom.” Mrs Bradford, the mother of the groom, welcomed me as soon as she saw me. Her son, Tristan, was one very peculiar young man. I myself was surprised when mom told me they were getting married. Tristan was quiet, but dangerous as hell. He behaved like a psychopath, only responding when it was necessary.

His speech was short and concise, always straight to the point.

It was one reason I liked him so much.

But marriage?

Tristan was never one to talk about marriage. This woman was probably forced on him, the same way my parents forced Hannah on me.

“I'll extend your greetings to them Mrs Bradford.” I said, returning her handshake. “Such a fine young gentleman. I hear you're married. Is that correct?” She asked, a strange tone in her voice.

I almost rolled my eyes.

“Yes, I am. In fact, she is seated right over there.” I turned around, and pointed to where Hannah was seated. She was facing someo