Chapter 224

As soon as Cassandra got in the car, she saw Tristan. Simon looked back at Cassandra and said, "Cassandra, Tristan's drunk." Drunk? But Cassandra only caught a faint whiff of alcohol. Suddenly, Tristan reached over and grabbed her hand. Startled by the sudden touch, especially after hearing he was drunk, Cassandra almost jumped out of her seat. "What's wrong?" Simon asked, not turning around. He felt a little awkward facing Cassandra directly, given her relationship with Tristan. "Nothing," Cassandra replied quickly, glancing at Tristan. Tristan looked at Cassandra, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He winked at her, then closed his eyes and leaned against her shoulder. His hair tickled her neck, so she gently smoothed it for him. Sensing the silence in the back, Simon finally looked over and felt a pang of jealousy. The way Cassandra smoothed Tristan's hair was so gentle and full of love. Love really did make people crazy. Why did Tristan ever worry she didn't love him? H