Tristan was getting tired of the emotional blackmail. He patted her on her back and rubbed it gently, rolling his eyes.
“Tris, when is the wedding? You haven't come to see my mom yet. What's the problem?” Rose wiped her watery nose, gazing right into his eyes.
Tristan shifted on his seat, flickering his eyes around her.
“What is it, Tristan? Is there a problem?”
“Hmm! Of course not,” Tristan touched his forehead, beads of sweat already formed on it. He chuckled slightly as he wiped them off.
“Okay, by the way, I want us to go out later tonight.” Rose's eyes lit up, and a small smile danced on her lips.
“And where is that?” Tristan narrowed a brow.
“Clubbing,” she said in reply, sounding excited.
“What? Are you crazy? How can you say that? You need to think of the baby,” Tristan sh
