Chapter 22

Genevieve remained still as she continued to pretend to be asleep. Tristan let out a light chuckle. His tone was casual but laced with coldness as he said, "You can sleep, but this illegitimate child in your belly..." She gritted her teeth and slowly got up. Now that she was pregnant, she had stopped wearing a bra to sleep for comfort and just put on a cotton nightgown. She dared to dress like this because Tristan thought she was dirty, and she was sure he wouldn't touch her. However, though her body appeared thin, it was actually well-developed in ways she had yet to realize fully. He stared at her intently, a barely perceptible glimmer of desire hidden in his eyes. Genevieve was afraid of him, especially now that he had been drinking. She stopped about a distance from him and asked, "What is it?" Tristan leaned back in his chair. He was wearing a bathrobe, and his hair was damp. His hands were still wet as his long fingers lightly tapped the chair's armrest. "Come here," he