"So, are you finally going to tell me? What happened with Alexander? Does he know about Tristan?" He asked, moving his chair closer to me. He was ruining the peaceful atmosphere by reminding me of the incident at the event.
I finished the rest of my third glass of champagne and settled into my seat before taking a breath.
"More or less." I replied, looking at him intently, and his curious gaze locked with mine. After all, I had told him that I would tell him what was going on.
"Michelle Boyer told him about my son, but considering she knows very little about Tristan, God knows how she told him. Now she thinks my son is from any man and claims him as if it affects her. She's unable to suspect that he's his, even when I tried to imply it. Anger won't let him analyze the situation clearly
