Chapter 77

Genevieve came out of the cubicle. She lowered her head to wash her hands and absentmindedly glanced at the mirror. Wait. There seemed to be a man in the mirror. But this was the women's restroom, wasn't it? She quickly looked again, and this time, she was shocked. Tristan was standing there, leaning against the wall and watching her. How did he get here? Was he a ghost? This was the women's restroom. How could he, a CEO, not be worried about being called a pervert? She quickly dried her hands before turning around and facing him. "W-What are you doing here?" His face was dark, and his eyes were filled with intense anger. He looked like he had come here to question her. Genevieve thought hard, but she couldn't figure out what she had done to upset him. Was it because the mango smell had bothered him earlier at lunch? She said softly, "Don't look at me like that. I've opened the windows and doors at home. There's no smell anymore." Tristan stepped closer to her and raised hi