LAUREEN'S POV
“You are the lady I bumped into ay the airport, aren't you?” Tristan asked me, shock evident on his face, one he didn't try to hide.
I sighed and walked up to the bed, sat on it and stared up at his shocked expression.
“And you knew all along, didn't you? You knew who I was. That's why you've been picking on me all this while, right?” He asked pacing around the room and trying to accept the realization of what he had gotten himself into.
“And what has that changed? What man marries a lady without knowing what she looks like?" I asked him with eyebrows raised up.
“It's a marriage contract for heaven's sake and meeting you does not matter. I spoke to you, Laureen, over the phone, and we came to a conclusion. Moreover, it was a rushed one and, last, I checked, you refused t
