Chapter 120 I Won't Treat Her Like This Either

Helena's face cycled through a dozen emotions. She tried to yank her hand free, but Tristan's grip only tightened. When she realized he had no intention of letting her go, she turned to Cressida. "Cressie, you and Mr. Leigh… Are you…" she stammered. Cressida stepped out from behind Tristan and stood beside him. She met Helena's gaze and said, "We barely know each other." Helena froze, and the smug expression disappeared from Natasha's face. Tristan applied just a fraction more pressure on Helena's wrist for just a split second before he let go. He took half a step back to create some distance between them. Helena rubbed at the red marks on her skin, not daring to say another word. Her eyes darted between Tristan and Cressida, her mind in chaos at Cressida's claim that they barely knew each other. She still couldn't understand why he had come to Cressida's house, or why he had crossed her in order to protect her daughter. She had no idea when Cressida, that schemer, got her hooks