6

Florence sat on the sofa, her eyes closed as she rested her head on the back of the sofa. It has been a day since she was married to that jerk and thankfully, the said jerk was in the office since the morning. She hadn't seen him much and for that she was thankful.

It was already dark outside and Florence didn't bother to check the time because she had nothing to do. She had spent her entire day alone in the penthouse. She watched a few drama episodes to pass her time. She also explored the place.

She was still in awe of this place. It was spacious and elegant . However , it lacks the feeling of being cozy enough to call home. Even though it was freezing outside, her intrusive thoughts said to dive in the pool of cold water. Maybe she just wanted to feel something after what happened but she wouldn't because it was freezing cold outside.

Her thoughts were cut short after she heard the door flung open. She however didn't open her eyes. She heard footsteps, a little shuffling around and an annoying voice calling her name, "Florence. " Tristan's voice was as stoic as ever.

She opened her eyes and turned to look at her husband. It must be a crime to have such a pretty face. The guy standing by the door with messy hair, tired eyes and messed up clothing , still somehow managed to look more beautiful than ever. She was not blind to not notice how gorgeous he really was.

" Yes?" She asked, her face remained blank as she stared at him. She watched how Tristan walked closer to her and took a seat beside her, mindful of keeping enough distance that could fit another person in between them.

Tristan sighed , he sounded just as tired as he looked.

" My Grandparents and coming tomorrow. " he said , voice void of any emotion as if he was just doing his duty.

" Yeah?" She asked , assuming that there is more to his story. He rested his head on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. His hair fell backwards, exposing his forehead and it somehow made him look even more beautiful.

" They weren't able to attend our wedding so this is the first time that they are going to meet you." He said, loosening his tie.

That's true, Florence thought. She didn't see any elderly people at their wedding and she presumed that Tristan didn't have any Grandparents. Guess she was wrong at her assumption. We're they as rude as Tristan? If yes then she can't help but just into the cold pool water this penthouse had.

" Okay?" She muttered, brows furrowed as she heard Tristan sigh again .

" Be on your best behavior." Tristan said and he oddly sounded like her dad. Her dad would say the same when they had any guests coming at home when she was a child.

" Do you think that I will push them in the pool for fun?" She asked , remembering that a few minutes ago she wanted to swim in the same pool. Tristan scowled, eyes still closed.

" I won't be surprised if you do that." Tristan said and this time Florence scowled. How dare he!

"I am not evil to do that, you stupid jerk!" She said, her voice was more calm than ever. From the corner of her eyes she could see Tristan smirking at her.

" Well… my brother is still missing. " he said casually but Florence can feel the sarcasm dripping off .

"Well… you are still stupid." Florence said, voice as calm as ever. Tristan finally opened his eyes and let out a breath of frustration.

"My grandparents don't know our situation. They think that we are married because we wanted to. They also don't know that Edward has gone missing. So I urge you to not mention Edward in front of them." Tristan said , suddenly serious as he pinned Florence with his gaze.

Oh.

His grandparents must be old and they won't be able to take news of their missing grandchild and another grandchild who is now stuck in a loveless marriage.

" So they think that we are married because we love each other?" Florence asked, a frown already appearing on her face and Tristan mimicked her expression as if loving her was disgusting. Well, the feelings were mutual at least.

"Unfortunately, yes." Tristan said, scowl still on his face as he looked at Florence. " They don't know my taste in women . If they knew , they would immediately know that we are telling a lie. " He said as he looked at Florence from top to bottom with distaste in his eyes. Florence however glared at him.

"You are not my type either." Florence spat as she scoffed and looked away from him as if looking at him made her even more mad then she already was. She heard Tristan chuckled at her words and she once again turned to look at him.

Gorgeous jerk!

"Keep telling lies to yourself, wifey. " He said and smiled at her innocently. She hated her nickname that he gave her. " I am everyone's type." He said and winked at her before standing up and walking towards the kitchen. He is narcissistic and he has every right to be narcissistic. Who wouldn't if they had a face like him?

" Who would want a husband who is nothing but stupid with a pretty face?" Florence as she twisted her body to look at Tristan who grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He stopped just as he was about to take a sip. " Trust me I wouldn't be one of those girls who would want you as my husband but I am the unlucky one here. "

Tristan scoffed at that as he continued to drink the water. He closed the door of the fridge and walked back towards Florence and stood in front of her. He had his hands buried in his pockets as he grinned at her.

" Do you want me to put that mouth into better use?" He asked as he cocked his head to the side. " It seems to work on spattering useless words ." He walked further towards Florence until his crotch area was right in front of her face.

Florence smiled back at him as he tilted her head up.

" I don't like to use my mouth on small things. " She said as she stood up from her place, making Tristan stumble backwards before balancing him. He watched her walk back to her room. He realized too late what she Said and closed his eyes in frustration for not having a better comeback.