Chapter 41

Even in his drunken state, Tristan's gaze was intimidating. Genevieve felt frozen under his stare, unable to move a muscle. After what seemed like an eternity, he still didn't speak. He just watched her with those deep, dark eyes. Finally, Genevieve exhaled in relief and forced a smile. "Tristan, do you still recognize me?" There was no response. Gathering what little courage she had left, Genevieve leaned in closer and asked, "So, your construction site is short on workers, right? I'm a fast learner and hard-working. Why don't you let me join?" Still, there was nothing. It was as if he were sleepwalking with his eyes wide open. Genevieve waved her hand in front of his face. He didn't even blink. If Herman hadn't assured her that the man was drunk, Genevieve would have wondered if he was possessed or simply a statue. No matter what she said, he didn't react. As she recalled Herman's advice, Genevieve bit her lip. Could it really be that she had to act coy for Tristan to resp