Chapter 12

"So you're both owned by the company?" - Yes. As I descended the stairs and entered the dining room, I felt a sense of relief. Tristan sat down in the living room, focusing on the tab in front of her. "Beautiful." Adrian said as I slowly sat down. - It doesn't hurt much. Adrian admitted. "He rejected her and because you don't like Morris carrying you, I . . ." I decided to help." I clenched my fists and chin and stabbed my eyes. - I'm tired, Chloe. I listened to Tristan. "I don't care, it's you, not him, who brought me to this state!" - I will go further tomorrow, let Adrian take you. He told me not to look. "Not." I did not agree. He let go of his hand and looked at me with a groan. "Should I get down on my knees and pray?" Did he really do that? I mean, you wouldn't want to see him on his knees begging, but I was better than him. I looked at Adrian, who was leaning back against the chair. - Okay, tonight. He breathed a sigh of relief. "I should have said yes, but I want