Chapter 15
Chelsea’s hands shook violenthe as she took a step back. She has it an invisible hand was chokingher, rendering her able to make a sound. She wanted to scream andren away, hiring finallynderstood the reason behind the faint smell of rotting flesh and the tezing temperature in the villa
However, Tristan simph looked at her with a calm lace deed of any expression
was like staring at a pool of stagnant water
the one who sent her those messages, wen’t you?” Tristan asked santh
Chebes couldn’tuffer a word. Her back was pressed against the wall as she shook her head frantically with te stroming down her face
After a long, tense simce, she finallchokedout, “Y–You‘ insane! Leta is dead what the hell are doing?
Tristan’s face fell immediately. He stood up and strede over to Chelsea and questioned grimly. “She’s dead, you say? Whose dat is that? you’d better be honest and tell me now!!
Chelsea tried to run, but her legs gave out beneath her. Seeing a comper the first time was more menhelming than she’d anticipated,
She sobbed and stammered, “It wasn’t metally wasters, I’m sorry I wouldn’t dare cross Hease by Lekiams, Tristan. Please.She’s already dead
“Oh, but I can’t do that,” he replied, standing right in toont of her
Leaning down, he whispered in her eas, post as he’d done many times when they were “I’ve made mistakes, and have you either of us is getting away that wash
He let out a soft, comfullaugh
Chelsea collapsed to her knees, trembling as she looked up at hun “What are you going to da?”
Tristan d’t answer
When he left the room, he was holding a clump or Chelsea’s hair in his hand. She had struggled fiercely, but he’d eventually subdued her Now, he was taking his time to wash his handsally and deliberately.
The strands of her hair fell into the white can sink and swirled down to the drain. They went gaght around the metal stopper.
“How day, Il Leticia saw this, she’d be fures,” Tristen muttered
Chele’s disappearance barely cameda ripple in the outside world. She’d come to the rim an a desperate gamble, and in the end, she was just another parasite ve clinging to
Tristan
A month had passed before anyone noticed that there was something off about Tristan
“Why hawwe bed about a funeral or awake for Leticia yet!
Did he already lay her to rest?“.
“No way! He said he was bringing bed home for her yesterday Honesty, I thought it now sweet at first, but now it’s creeps.”
The convert deny haled because the subject of their gossip was inking toward them, holding his phone to sear
“You don’t like herabund an eyebrow surprise and Laughed “teady bought it home. What should do?
After skight pane, he said, “Alright, alright, l’Etake care of myself”
His tone was affectionate with a hint of plastul experation. He seemed to be in a very good mood. The employees who had beenchanting with each other exchanged glances. They mistered the courage to approach Tristan.
Mr Colton, who were you kings?” meatthemaketl
“My wife, of course, Tristan replied with a smile, shaking his head.” She said she liked this flavor before, but now she doesn’t anymore. She’s kind of fickle and hard to please
“Well, it sounds like a troublesome but endearing problem to have as a husband,” the other commented.
Tristar smiled and nodded before making www.
After he keh, the two employees exchanged uneasy books as they deb a chill ne
