Chapter 97

• "Oh my God, Tristan!"
• Olivia shrieked in surprise as she emerged from the bathroom. Still wearing a bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her head, she shot a frustrated look at her husband, who was sitting casually on the sofa. His shoulders were comfortably leaned back, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, looking like someone waiting for something.
• "I'm not a ghost, Olivia. Why scream like that when you see me?" Tristan asked calmly.