Chapter 57

By the time Tristan left the Taylor residence, the sky had completely darkened. He went straight back to the Burtman residence. Joanna looked up at him, surprised. "Mr. Burtman, didn't madam go out with you this morning? Why didn't she come back with you?" Tristan furrowed his brows, suddenly recalling the image of Genevieve hauling bricks at the construction site. Could she still be there? How utterly foolish. Didn't she even care about the child she was carrying? Without answering her, he walked straight to his attic room. Joanna shook her head in confusion, and as Jennifer approached, she asked, "Do you think that Mr. Burtman and the madam's relationship is really that good?" Jennifer sighed and began to explain the complicated history between them. Meanwhile, Tristan had entered his bedroom. He stared at the large wooden bed, and to his surprise, his thoughts drifted back to the memory of Genevieve's awkward sleeping posture. He rubbed his temples, a wave of irritation sw