Chapter 79

Genevieve quickly hid the tie under her pillow. "Why are you sneaking around? Are you hiding something disgusting again?" Tristan asked harshly as soon as he entered. Her desire to please him immediately shrank. They had just argued earlier, and now, with his attitude, she couldn't bring herself to try and appease him. She lay on the bed, her back to him, muttering, "I wasn't hiding anything." Although the bed was large, she always slept on the edge. But every morning when she woke up, she found herself in the middle of the bed, unsure if she had accidentally bumped into him during the night. Probably not. He hated her so much that if she had touched him, he would have kicked her out of the bed. It wasn't until Tristan entered the bathroom that she turned over with relief. She now felt that sharing the same room with him was suffocating. She hated and despised him, yet she couldn't confront him directly. She needed him but couldn't bring herself to beg or coax him. The thought