LAUREEN'S POV
I got home and met Tristan sitting in front of the television like a robot. He wasn't moving but just sat there as if he was glued to something. It was very obvious he wasn't even listening to what was being said because he had a very far-away look in his eyes.
“Mr Tristan Rhyde." I called as I dismissed the household staff with a fling of my fingers, and they all dispersed.
" Tristan.” I called him again, but there was no response, even though I saw he had finally snapped out of his daydream.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I sat beside him and he smiled.
“Are you in any position to ask me that?" He snapped at me and I swallowed.
I knew I shouldn't push this any further because, from the look on his face, he was not in the mood to give me answers, but, unfortunately for
