"Tristan Quartararo, where are you going with that handsome look?" Aurora, from the doorway of her room, rebuked when she saw Tristan, who looked down the stairs. If you look closely, it seems like someone who is about to leave the house. As the woman had mentioned earlier, Tristan looked presentable tonight. Wrapped in semi-formal clothes with messy undercut hair, the man seemed so perfect. Ah no. Tristan is always handsome in every appearance. "I want to go to dinner," he replied as he stopped right in front of Aurora's room. "With Sophia?" "Yeah, you're right," Tristan answered with a nod. Before long, he saw Aurora's face slowly turn sullen. He pursed his lips as if he wasn't happy with what Tristan had just said. "Why are you so sullen?" reprimanded the man then. "You should have taken me to dinner, not Sophia," said Aurora meaningfully. Gazing into Tristan's blue eyes, she nailed it. "Don't we always eat together every night?" Aurora chuckled and pursed her lips. Why is
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