Chapter 70: Do you still moan my name? [Slight R-18]

The sheer surprise of his presence left Evelyn frozen, her mind trying to comprehend the unbelievable reality that Tristan was indeed sitting on her couch. He looked as unbothered as he would in his own home, a contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that Evelyn was feeling.

Gathering her scattered thoughts, she managed to finally find her voice. However, instead of a question, a plea escaped her lips, "I'm...I'm sorry," she stammered, her words breathy and filled with desperation. The familiar comfort of her living room was suddenly overwhelming, and she slowly sank to her knees, her hands clasped together in front of her as if in prayer.