Chapter 62 Sleeplessness

"Why would I keep anything from you?" Tristan said, showing a touch of frustration as he held out his phone for Nova to see. "Look, it's Mr. Peterson. He's had a few too many and needs me to pick him up." Upon hearing it was about Mr. Peterson, Nova felt relieved. She didn't even glance at the phone but gently pushed Tristan. "Go on then, pick him up. Grandma and I will be fine getting home by ourselves." Tristan was about to insist on driving them home, but the person on the other line seemed to be losing patience as the phone rang again. He hung up quickly and looked earnestly at Nova. "Just shoot me a text when you get home, okay?" Nova nodded slightly, her cheeks tinged with red. "Will do." She found his concern a bit mushy, yet it warmed her heart. However, by midnight, Tristan hadn't returned, and his phone was off when Nova tried calling him. Worried, she thought about reaching out to Mr. Peterson, but hesitated, not wanting to disturb him so late. Finally, she gathered