Chapter 14

Words caught in my throat, leaving me speechless. "But my reputation is ruined," I whispered. "I'll only bring trouble to you." I avoided his gaze, staring down at my toes, yet I could still feel Tristan's eyes on me. After a long pause, he sighed. "Don't worry about it. Come inside. I'll get you settled." With that, he turned and walked toward the house. I hesitated for a moment before following him. The house was quiet, with maids moving about efficiently. Somehow, I found it comforting. Unlike the emptiness of Jameson's mansion, this place was filled with the warmth of everyday life. The room featured a slightly worn wooden bookshelf, a fireplace with remnants of burnt wood, and a well-kept leather sofa. I sat rigidly on the sofa, waiting for Tristan to come down. My mind felt blank, as if I were trapped in a dream. Had I truly left Jameson so easily? Tristan came downstairs in a light gray loungewear set that accentuated his long legs. The loose fit of his shirt made him