For a long, long time, Tristan Grayson held her. He only let go when the woman in his arms, her face flushed red, went limp against him.
Seeing no sign of Chase Sinclair, a smug smile touched his lips. In high spirits, he turned, wrapped an arm around the woman in his embrace, and walked toward the mall entrance.
After they left, the passersby stood stunned for a full three seconds before they all started to exclaim.
"Oh my God! That's the male god, Tristan Grayson!"
"Yeah, he is! Our male god is so handsome!"
"She must be so happy, getting to marry the male god!"
...
Listening to the chatter behind her, Mika Summers's heart was a mess of turmoil and frustration.
'She must be so happy, getting to marry the male god?' This was the second time today she'd heard the word "happy."
