Chapter 32

Was Genevieve trying to suffocate herself? It wasn't until the middle of the night that Tristan finally got into bed. The bed was large and made of wood. They lay far apart, and Genevieve didn't even feel his presence when he climbed in. However, Tristan was used to sleeping on soft mattresses. No matter what he tried, he couldn't get comfortable on the hard wooden bed. He tossed and turned the whole night, barely managing to get any sleep. When he woke up in the morning, there were dark circles weighing heavily under his eyes, and his mood was even worse than usual. Genevieve didn't dare provoke him. She simply agreed to whatever he said. During breakfast, Jennifer suddenly handed her an elegant evening dress. Genevieve stared at the luxurious gown in confusion and asked, "What's this for?" Jennifer smiled warmly. "It's Mr. Swanson Senior's 80th birthday in a few days. Go with Tristan, and experience it for yourself." Before Genevieve could respond, Tristan cut in and said, "