Chapter 75

"I can't move my hand," said Tristan. Just one line, and he successfully left Genevieve at a loss for words. She was so infuriated that her chest hurt, but she couldn't lash out. All she could do was shoot a glare at him and walk back into the kitchen. Watching her exasperated back as she stormed off, Tristan couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile. Gradually, the aroma of a tonic filled the apartment. Genevieve brought a freshly-made tonic out and walked to the couch. The dark brown liquid appeared even thicker in the white ceramic cup. "The tonic is ready," she said while putting the cup on the coffee table. Tristan looked up, his eyes shifting from the TV to her before finally landing on the cup of tonic. He didn't budge at all. Genevieve frowned and asked, "Are you not going to drink it?" "My hand hurts. I can't hold the cup properly," Tristan replied lazily. Genevieve felt her breath catch immediately. She stared at his gorgeous face. It seemed to scream that he