Chapter 58

Tristan lit a cigarette, watching them quietly from across the street. Genevieve rubbed her forehead in frustration. What did it mean that he was standing there? He wasn't leaving, nor was he coming over. His eyes were fixed on their group, and the intensity of his gaze was suffocating. Noticing her discomfort, Alexander leaned in and asked, "What's wrong?" However, from Tristan's perspective, it looked like Alexander was leaning in for a kiss. Tristan let out a mocking laugh, his expression growing colder by the second. He flicked the ash from his cigarette and walked toward them with deliberate steps. Genevieve forced a smile, shaking her head at Alexander. "It's nothing. I'm just a little tired. It's getting late, so I should…" Before she could finish, a man suddenly sat down in the empty seat across from her. It was none other than Tristan. Alexander was still focused on Genevieve, so he didn't notice him at first. He turned to her with concern. "How about I take you home?