Chapter 42

Genevieve stood still, trying her best not to provoke him, but as time passed, it became clear that he had no intention of speaking to her. Instead, his attention was entirely on Harper, fussing over her with tender concern. "Are you feeling better? Why are you wearing so little? What if you catch a cold?" he asked. "I'm fine..." Harper coughed into her hand, playing the fragile, demure woman. "I just want to be with you." She then snuggled affectionately into his arms. Genevieve stood there, watching the loving scene unfold before her. Tristan was really something, making her watch them show off their affection. Grinding her teeth, she reluctantly interrupted, "Um, Tristan, can I leave now?" Tristan glanced at her coldly, his voice icy as he replied, "Try leaving, and see what happens." Genevieve pressed her lips together. She didn't dare move an inch with him speaking in that tone. Silently, she found a seat and attempted to ignore the two of them. But her thoughts kept drif