Chapter 81

Tristan furrowed his brows deeply, staring at Genevieve with a scrutinizing look. Genevieve gave him a surprised smile. "T-That black tie doesn't look good. It's too… dull. Your shirt is already black." He tilted his head and looked at her. "So, what are you trying to say?" "T-This burgundy tie would look great with your black shirt. You should try it," she said, her voice unintentionally laced with a hint of flattery. He watched her strangely. She didn't dare to meet his gaze. She lowered her head and reached to undo the black tie he had already tied. Her fingers accidentally brushed against his Adam's apple. Tristan let out a low grunt, and Genevieve froze. She instinctively looked up and found his eyes burning with an intense, almost fiery gaze. Her face flushed, and her hands felt clumsy. She struggled for a while but couldn't undo the black tie. Finally, he grew impatient and grabbed her hand. "What kind of game are you playing?" His large, warm hand held hers tightly.