Chapter 215 I Know My Limits

A sharp, stinging pain shot through her ankle, yanking Cressida out of a restless sleep. She blinked, taking a few moments to orient herself to the unfamiliar ceiling and the layout of the room. She was in Tristan's bedroom, in his apartment. The space beside her was empty, though the sheets still held the warmth and faint traces of him. Cressida propped herself up, intending to get out of bed for a glass of water. The moment her left foot touched the floor, a jolt of pain made her gasp, and she tumbled back onto the bed. The bedroom door opened, and Tristan stepped in, impeccably dressed in a crisp shirt and trousers. With a glass of warm water in hand, he saw how messy she looked and strode over to the bed. "Would you like some water?" Cressida said nothing, which he took as agreement. He handed her the glass, then crouched down, gently lifting the covers to check her ankle. "Don't move," he said. Cressida drank slowly, soothing her dry throat. "I know my limits." "You know yo