Chapter 38: My Girlfriend

"Thanks, but I can afford a driver. But, if you love helping people, maybe you should go take care of that lonely old lady in the bed next to my grandma. She looks like she could use some company," Layla said. Ashton let out a laugh, brushing off Layla's biting tone. He then turned back to Tristan, squinting at him after a short pause, and lowered his voice, asking, "What are you doing here, Tristan?" Layla felt a sudden wave of anxiety wash over her, and a twinge of guilt hit her. She guessed it was probably because Poppy had caught her and Tristan looking more than just friendly the other day at the hospital. It made her wonder if Poppy spilled the beans to Ashton. But by the look on Ashton's face, it seemed like he was in the dark. Feeling increasingly uneasy, Layla noticed her palms getting sweaty and her heart racing. She glanced over at Tristan, hoping to read his reaction, but he just stood there with a blank look, unaffected by the tension. "I was just passing through and