Chapter 482

I nodded.

Still uneasy, Trey added, "And I mean it—no matter what he says, don’t agree to anything."

I sighed. "Alright, I won’t."

Only then did Trey seem a little more at ease.

He said, "You and my brother should just go enjoy your vacation. I’ll deal with Tristian. He’ll think twice with me stepping in."

I agreed out loud, but deep down, I wasn’t convinced.

I knew what kind of man Tristian was—relentless.

There was no way he’d back off just because of Trey.

After Trey left, I went inside to rest.

When I woke up later, thirsty, I slowly made my way out of the bedroom to get some water.

The moment I saw the irises in the living room vase, I froze.

I rubbed my eyes, thinking I must’ve been dreaming.

Mary stepped out from the kitchen when she heard me. "Miss White, you’re awake? Are you hungry? I made some soup."

I pointed at the flowers. "Why are those here again?"

I clearly remembered Trey taking that bouquet with him and tossing it out when he left.

Mary looked puzzled. "Someone brou