Chapter 80

Genevieve bit her lip, too afraid to speak. Tristan was so fierce and terrifying. She couldn't afford to provoke him. His hand was dripping with blood in the dark. He had smashed the glass with his fist. He didn't even understand why he was so angry. Whenever he heard her talk about leaving the Burtman family and severing ties with him, it drove him crazy. Quinton still hadn't woken up yet. Where could she go? She could only be trapped in the Burtman residence in this lifetime. Did she think she could take that illegitimate child to find her former lover? She could just keep dreaming. Since her pregnancy, Genevieve had been prone to excessive sleep, especially these past few days when exhaustion had caught up with her. She lay in bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Tristan remained propped up against the headboard. His hand was still bleeding. But he didn't seem to care, continuing to smoke lazily. He couldn't sleep that night, only drifting off close to dawn. Geneviev