Semua Bab Will You Marry My Groom?: Bab 31 - Bab 40

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 I was glued to my bed, carefully watching Tristan as he walked around preparing for work.  I was finally feeling it around me that it had been a while since I had been awake, so watching Tristan walk around shirtless, showing off his body I considered well-defined, with his strong biceps flexing as he moved them around, felt so great; his body made me feel like drooling, and it caused an uncomfortable tingliness in my entire body, and the fact that he wasn’t paying attention to me was worsening it.  He picked up his phone to make a call as he brushed his hair and slipped out a shirt and singlet from the wardrobe.  “Of course, I’ll definitely be there today. Try to re-book my appointments with as many of them as possible, and try your best to balance my schedule for this week with the last two weeks'.” He said into the phone, then sighed. “I know, I know. It&rsquo

 “How do you know Lucy? Who the hell is Tiffany?” Tristan asked. “Uh… I— I… she… uhm…” why on Earth was I stuttering?  “Please speak to me.” He shoved the box aside to move closer to me, holding my hands that began to vibrate.  “Tristan, I— I don’t… really… wh—” “Hazel,” he called with his teeth gritted in frustration.  “I— I— I’m… I don’t think she’s who… no, Lucy isn’t Tiffany. She just really looks like her.” I ended with a nervous smile, hoping he wasn’t going to press further. “So who the hell is Tiffany? And why do you seem so scared to see her again?” He was starting to frown really hard.  “Uh… she’s…” I was trying to think of the perfect way to describe Tiffany, but nothing sensible could fit. “Tristan, please forget it.” “Forget it?!” He snapped, jerking to his feet and lettin

~ HAZEL ~ Squinting my eyes, I stretched my arms out with a yawn. It soon felt as though my head had been hit with a large block, but it was only a headache.  “Shit,” I held the side of my head, groaning. “Why did I have to drink so much?”  “Exactly! You threw up in my car.” Tristan’s voice made me snap awake completely. I jerked to sit up straight, staring at him like he was a burglar trying to steal my bra or something. When did he get here? How did I arrive home last night? “What’s wrong with you?” He asked, holding back a smile.  “Why… you… aren’t… I thought… what hap—”  “Jeez, calm down.” He placed his laptop on the nightstand and shifted closer to me. ”What? Why do you look so surprised?” “It’s—” He wrapped his arms around my waist, causing me to flinch.  “What’s wrong with you?”

“Oh… what’s that? Is there a toy model of my husband or something?” I quirked an eyebrow at her, hoping to convey the message that she wasn’t making any sense.  “No, Hazel.” She replied through gritted teeth. “I want Tristan back. Don’t you remember he was mine before I decided to give him to you?”  “Is this Tristan you speak of an object? I can help you search for a tristan.” “This isn’t funny at all. I’m not kidding, Hazel. I want Tristan back as mine. Tristan Shane Hendrix. I don’t know what you’ll do or how you'll do it, but you have to return what's mine back to me.” I paused, peering into her sky blue eyes for a while, before throwing my head back to laugh uncontrollably.  “I’m being dead serious here. Nothing is funny at all.” She clenched her fists, not bothering to hide her frustration.  I just couldn't stop myself from laughing; tears started rolling down