Tristan & Evelyn: Her Proposal

Evelyn clung to her knees, her face pale, and visible injuries and bruises marred her exposed arms and legs. ‘Evelyn!’ Tristan rushed over, removing his coat and quickly wrapping it around her. ‘Where have you been?’ he asked. ‘What happened to you? It was all my fault last night. If you were angry or upset, you could have hit me. Why did you choose to hurt yourself instead?’ Evelyn’s body temperature was dangerously low, and Tristan felt a mix of anger and distress. He swiftly opened the door, picked Evelyn up, and carried her into the house. Instead of placing her in the living room, he headed straight for the bathroom. As the hot water filled the bathtub, Tristan helped Evelyn remove her wet clothes. She remained motionless, unresponsive. Once her clothes were off, Tristan carefully placed her in the hot tub. ‘Evelyn, please say something. You’re scaring me.’ He sat beside the tub, holding her hand. Evelyn slowly raised her eyes to meet his concerned gaze. All the pain and suffering