Chapter 82

Clearly, Tristan's preferences were selective. Perhaps Herman hadn't lied to her last time. Tristan did enjoy being spoiled by others, just not by her. In any case, it was clear that he despised her. No matter what she did, it would never work. She gripped the burgundy tie, her heart bleeding. She had wasted 300 dollars. She turned around and neatly folded the tie, placing it back in the box. She could sell it secondhand. It would bring in some money rather than letting it go to waste. When Tristan saw her put the tie away, his brow instinctively furrowed again. He sneered. "Didn't you say you bought it especially for me?" Genevieve didn't turn around but muttered, "Didn't you say you didn't want it?" "I thought about it, and maybe I do want it. That way, you won't run to your old flames to flatter them with it." She was speechless. His words were truly venomous. She took the tie out again and, frustrated, threw it at him. Sometimes, she forgot to be scared when her anger