Chapter 45 My boyfriend did not get me this job!

Tristan gave a soft smile, his voice low and captivating, as he moved closer to Nova. "You think I'm just kidding around? You really can't tell?" he whispered. Nova's heart raced, her cheeks burning up. The tension was too much, and she babbled, "I-I need to wash the dishes!" She turned to make a hurried escape to the kitchen. But Tristan blocked her way, gazing deep into her eyes with an earnest question, "Ever thought about what kind of guy you'd want to marry?" Nova felt blindsided, half-expecting a joke, but the seriousness in his eyes told a different story. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding loudly in the quiet living room, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Trying to make sense of Tristan again was hard. She recalled bits and pieces of his life—the times he worked as a gigolo, his current debts, and his gig driving—but a lot was still a mystery. To be honest, she hadn't really thought about marriage seriously, so Tristan's question threw her for a loop. Was th