LAUREEN'S POV
" I don't think I need water on my carpet. Clean up and come in." I said to Tristan, and I saw a smile build on his face, but it was immediately quenched as if something told him he didn't deserve to smile.
“Thank you ma'am, for allowing your husband into the house." He said, bowing after he cleaned himself and then he stepped into the room.
“Stop trying to guilt-trip me, it won't work." I told him as I closed the door behind him. “Welcome to my house, Mr Tristan Rhyde.” I told him.
"Thank you, Mrs Tristan. You have a beautiful home.” He said, and I just stared at him silently as he returned the knowing gaze.
“Thank you." I said, and we burst into laughter, one he tried to conceal.
“You know you look more handsome when you smile. Come!" I told him and led him into my ro
