Chapter 175 It Has Nothing To Do With Me

"I don't have a fianceé." Tristan's reply was fast and firm. "Whether you do has nothing to do with me." Cressida didn't want to be dragged into this any further. "I'm not interested in you, not even a little. So do us a favor. Drop the act and stay away from me." The moment the words left her mouth, the atmosphere in the room became colder. Tristan just looked at her, that unfathomable gaze shifting with emotions she couldn't read. Eventually, whatever stirred emotions was pressed down, leaving only a cold, unnerving calm. He didn't say another word. He got up, pulled out his wallet, and set a wad of cash on the table. "Dinner's on me." Then, he turned and walked out, his strides long and decisive, not once looking back. Cressida sat alone at the table, staring at the untouched food laid out in front of her. Her appetite vanished instantly. By the time Kieran returned, he was welcomed with an empty seat and a meal that was barely touched. "Where did he go?" "He left," Cressida