LAUREEN'S POV
“Tristan, are you okay?" I asked genuinely worried as I made to follow him inside the study room.
“Yes, I'm all good. Thanks for the dessert." He responded as he walked in and I trailed behind him.
His study room looked exactly like an office added with something close to a library. It was full of books and documents and files but somehow, all of that was arranged in a really decent and synchronized manner.
It had everything office would need, ranging from a freezer to an AC, to a couch, to tables and seats and every other thing. Plus the view from the large window which was the size of an average human was mesmerizing and so relaxing. No wonder he loves this place.
"I thought that was the store room, were you looking for something in there?"
“Yes…yes, I was." He res
