NORA'S POV:-
Tristan pulled me back into our bedroom and he locked the door. He was holding one of my hands and with the other one, I was clutching into the hem of my dress. I was nervous. I knew exactly why he had been so eager to come back home. I was breathing heavily and my heart was drumming inside of my chest so wildly. He dropped all the shopping bags on the ground. As always, he didn't let me hold any of those bags.
I didn't know why he treated me like a princess. Not that I was complaining. I just didn't want my heart to break again. I didn't want to feel any kind of pain again. It was a miracle when someone like Tristan, decided to hold my hand at my worst. And he was willing to give me a life.
As soon as the door was locked, Tristan grabbed me by my neck and pinned me against
