Chapter 46

Genevieve's gaze shifted, and she said softly to Tristan, "Mr. Burtman, it's a chilly night, and Ms. Taylor has been frightened. The cold wind might make her sick. How about you send her back?" "What's this? Am I interrupting your good time?" Genevieve and Herman fell silent. Tristan exhaled a puff of smoke, his cold eyes never leaving her. Genevieve regretted speaking up. She should have stayed quiet. Under Tristan's relentless stare, she felt colder than she would have standing in a snowstorm. She gritted her teeth and turned to leave without saying another word. "Stop!" Just a few steps into her retreat, Tristan's icy voice rang out behind her. Genevieve pretended not to hear. Tristan sneered, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. "Accidents happen every day in this world. Who knows, one day you might trip and fall, or…" Genevieve's hand clenched involuntarily. Once again, he was threatening her with the child. She gritted her teeth, slowly turning around. When she faced him,