Chapter 55 Tristan
- “Public appearances—a simple façade of companionship. No intimacy, no feelings, and no complications.” I study her face.
- “And what do I get out of this?” Layla drew nearer.
- In the soft light of the restaurant, her pupils dilate as she stares at me. Her red lips part as she waits for an answer, and the light reflects off her radiant skin.