Chapter 362

Trystan went down to the kitchen once he left his bedroom. Bianca immediately sensed something was amiss. She lowered her voice and asked, "What happened to your face?" "It's nothing." He avoided her scrutinizing gaze as he leaned against the cabinet with his hands in his pockets. He didn't want to return to his bedroom now, nor did he want to go to the living room. So, he could only hide here. Bianca frowned. "Did Frank hit you?" No one dared to lay a finger on Trystan in this house other than Frank. He fell silent. "It's none of your business." "What did you do?" She felt increasingly puzzled. He'd never treated Frank with that kind of attitude before. Clearly, Trystan knew that he was at fault. Trystan was starting to get impatient. "Can you drop it?" he snapped. "Is it because of Bethany?" she asked persistently. Turning around, he left without another word. Bianca knew her guess was right. She let out a sigh and shook her head in resignation. Frank was already in the