Drunk.

Chapter 78.

Tristan's POV.

I looked at Anastasia while she drove. My mom already called her driver to pick her up, and we are currently on it way home right now. She hasn't said anything to me ever since we left the old woman's house.

I bet she still was still finding it hard to believe that I was going to die in the end, but that was just the reality. My eyes were fixed on her, and she hasn't shared me a glance since.

I could see her eyes getting swelled with tears. "Are you crying right now? We should get to spend more time together before my death." I tried to cheer her up, and that was when she looked at me with those killer glare.

She looked at me for the first time after we left yesterday old woman's house, and the next thing she could think of was a deadly stare. She pulled up without even taking slow..

"Are you fucking crazy? You shouldn't mention that you are going to die ever in my presence again or I am going to get angry at you." She shouted right at me, and then started t