LAUREEN'S POV
“Hey!" Tristan greeted me as he walked into my bar area and took the stool opposite me.
He looked so ravishing in the pajamas, which suited him well, like a second skin.
“Hey!" I greeted him back, avoiding his gaze more than anything as I busied myself with making dinner for us.
“Thanks for all of this. I'm grateful you know.” He said and I shrugged.
" You've done more for my family, so, it's okay” I told him without looking back once.
“A family that practically sold you out? How the hell did you even survive childhood in such a toxic environment?" He asked, and I imagined his eyebrows being raised in curiosity.
That was a question I didn't want to answer.
“Toxic? It was, and I don't want to talk about it. But they are family, I can't just escape that fact even if i w
