Chapter 27

Tristan noticed I had finished my meal and asked, "Want to go for a walk?" I stared at him blankly, feeling like a fool. He pointed to my wrist, where the IV drip was still attached. "The doctor said you can take a short walk, but just don't overdo it or tire yourself out." Finally, I understood. Tristan had rushed back specifically to take care of me. It wasn't that he didn't want to go upstairs to work on his computer and deal with company matters. He was quietly staying by my side to help me recover. I nodded quickly. Tristan had someone bring out a pair of lightweight sneakers for me. "Let's go for a walk." Just as we were about to head out, a commotion erupted outside the door. I heard someone say, "Ms. Camila, Mr. Zook is busy." Camila's voice was laced with anger. "It doesn't matter how busy Tristan is. He needs to see me. How long does he intend to keep me waiting out here? I refuse to stay in a hotel!" "Ms. Camila, well..." I shrank back in fear. The last thing I wan