「Half an hour later.」
Gia Miller brought Tristan Grayson to her apartment. After laying him on the bed, she rubbed her aching shoulders and waved for the staff to leave.
'When she remembered that Cassian Jennings still had enough strength to chase after her as she left, she knew she'd made the right decision to use different drugs on them. Otherwise, there was no way she could have brought Tristan Grayson home.'
'Tristan drank the sleeping pills, so he won't be waking up for at least an hour or two.' She went and poured a glass of water. After taking a sip, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She walked to the edge of the bed and leaned over Tristan Grayson. Gazing at his handsome face, her heart pounded in her chest. Her eyes began to well up, and her voice choked as she spoke. "Tristan, do you have any idea how much I like you? But you've never been willing to give me so much as a single glance. Even one look would have been enough to make me happy."
