Chapter 51

Genevieve looked confused. "What are you talking about?" Tristan smiled enigmatically. Noticing her puzzled expression, he emphasized each word as he recited, "Die, Tristan, you lying pervert." Genevieve frowned. That line sounded strangely familiar. "Doesn't it sound oddly familiar?" Tristan gently ran his fingers through her hair, his smile soft. "Want to know who said it?" A chill ran down Genevieve's spine as she met his mocking gaze. Suddenly, it clicked. She had said those words in her dream. Biting her lip, Her face flushed with embarrassment. She had actually talked in her sleep, and Tristan had overheard. With his vengeful nature, there was no way he'd let her off easily. "I'm curious," he said, idly playing with her hair as he laughed coldly. "What kind of dream did you have last night that made you smile so smugly? Did you dream of me dying in some horrific way?" "Of course not." Genevieve forced a nervous laugh. "I don't even remember dreaming last night. Maybe yo