Tristan & Evelyn: Anyone But You

Tears threatened to spill from Evelyn’s eyes. She pursed her lips, trying to collect herself. She had worked hard to climb up from a low-level waitress to the bar’s manager, a feat that was impossible without a thick skin. She had never been afraid of encountering familiar faces except for Tristan’s. She knew her ex- fiancé never liked or cared about her, but she didn’t want him to see her in this state. However, it was too late to leave now. ‘Mr Valentine, we can have a drink together, but please keep your hands to yourself.’ Evelyn’s voice came out hoarse. It was all she could do to stop herself from bursting into tears in front of him. Without looking at him, she deftly removed Tristan’s hand from her waist. ‘All right, how would you like to drink?’ Tristan smirked. A waiter had already brought in several bottles of Rémy Martin XO, along with glasses and ice cubes. ‘We’ll take turns drinking. Is that okay?’ Evelyn suggested. ‘Are you sure?’ Tristan raised an eyebrow, aware that Evel