Chapter Twenty-Seven: He Gets What He Wants

Layla knew that if anyone knew her thoughts, they'd probably label her a bit nutty. No one could figure out why Tristan acted this way since he was known for his ruthless and decisive nature. A few paparazzi once stalked him for six months in secret but ended up with nothing. They thought a handsome and accomplished young man like him would be a prodigal son. However, Tristan never went on dates and always kept a courteous but distant demeanor towards people. He epitomized the image of a stoic workaholic who always put in those 12-hour workdays. Yet there he was, the same man who maintained a frigid façade, now playfully clinging onto Layla with a mischievous grin, turning on the charm. "Tristan, will you stop that?" Layla awkwardly stumbled over her words after a moment of silence. Tristan let out a soft chuckle and planted a firm kiss on her lips. Before Layla could even process the kiss, he quickly trapped her wrists and pressed her hands against the wall. Surprised and in disbe