Chapter 53: A Show

The night gradually became rich and velvety like red wine. Tristan nestled in Layla's arms, the warmth of the sex they just had lingering in the air, making the whole atmosphere feel incredibly romantic. With a light touch, Layla grazed Tristan's warm face as she asked, "So, was everything just an act by Ashton? You didn't engage with Charlotte, right?" "If I were to get married, I would only marry you," he answered earnestly. Layla hesitated for a moment, her cheeks turning rosy as she looked away and whispered, "But you haven't asked me yet." Tristan propped himself up, his muscular figure casting enticing shadows in the dim light, revealing the large red hickeys on his toned chest. His intense gaze met hers as he asked, "If I were to propose, would you say yes?" She quickly averted her eyes. "I'm not really thinking about marriage right now." Even though he knew she would say that hearing it out loud hit differently. He felt an ache tugged at his heart. Noticing something