Bab 39: Her opinion

As usual on his rocking chair was Tristan reading a comic secretly waiting for Liliana, she had been gone for eight hours. Where could she have gone apart from going to church?

Just after a few minutes of questioning himself, that same black car he recognized parked right in front of their building. He waited to see if it was what he assumed that was going to happen only for Liliana to step out of the car.

Displeasure settled in him as he threw nasty glances the demon's way, giving him the dart to mock him by his feelings.

Tristan felt defeated and burned up as he watched them share a conversation. He couldn't hear a thing even when he tried and it was frustrating. Liliana look at me. He said inwardly but she focused her attention on Andrew.

Tristan saw her giggle and hit his shoulder slightly as if he mentioned something funny. What were they talking about?

Eventually, Andrew spared him and kissed Liliana goodbye before entering his car. The next moment, his car was out of their sight then, she sighed and turned around only to meet Tristan's gaze.

He looked like he was fuming, well, she knew he didn't like Andrew just as she doesn't but the man was more considerate. He even followed her to church, which Tristan couldn't even do.

"Hey, Tristan!" She waved at him before entering her house. Liliana wanted a response but kept her expectations confined. Who knows he might not be in a good mood.

She changed her dress and took a little nap even when she knew Tristan wasn't in a good mood but what about him, did he ever care about her mood? She was always checking on him, maybe this time he should check on her and not always her looking out for the other. And she wished, he would check on her as he was so rude.

Dusk woke Liliana from her sleep, she scratched her head and began to recall all that happened throughout the day in her head. Tristan still didn't come. How disappointed she was, she stood up and went to her kitchen to drink water

After that, she decided to go peek through her door to see if Tristan was still on his rocking chair.

Liliana opened her door slowly aiming to look at the West but her attention was stolen by the figure whose hand was lifted as if he was going to hit her head.

Tristan was shocked, he should have known she was at the door. That weird smile curled up over his face and he place the hand he was supposed to use to knock on the door on his head.

Liliana got him wrong. "So. . ." She folded her hand and settled her askance gaze on him.

"So?" He asked as he was confused.

"What are you doing here?" Her eyes told him she was suspicious of him.

"I came here to. . ."

"You were planning to cut off my head?"

Tristan gasped and chuckled at her assumptions but made sure she didn't see his reaction but he failed.

"I was so wrong to believe that you'd care for me only for you to plan to. . ."

"Why don't you have good thoughts running in your mind? I was about to knock when you opened the door," he explained.

Liliana eyed him and looked away, hushed for a minute and then she lifted her gaze. "You never came to my house knocking," she complained.

"I don't want to see you naked like the other time and you asked me to always knock so. . .did I do wrong?"

"Whatever," she eyed him again and asked. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Where were you going?"

"I needed fresh air," she lied.

"Really?" His doubt sounded in his tone.

"Answer my question," Liliana darted his question.

"I came to invite you to have dinner with me."

Liliana's face spoke nothing but surprise. "Seriously? Tristan, you cooked?"

"Noodles."

"Ohh" her face expressed her disappointment.

"I practiced what you taught me the other day and I want you to taste it."

Liliana nodded thoughtfully and turned around to close her door. "All right, I accept your invitation," she turned to the west again. The direction to his door.

Tristan followed and when they reached his doorstep he went forward and opened the door for her. Eventually, they were seated on the floor by the two-seater couch.

His house was just the same dark and empty. Liliana said nothing about it.

She was even thinking about how to bring up the topic of the vision she saw. Tristan served her on her plate and served himself too. He handed her the cutlery.

Liliana appreciated through her gaze and began to eat. She chewed with Tristan's eyes staring right at her scrutinizing her reaction. Liliana smiled. "I never knew my opinions matter," she requested for an answer.

Tristan shrugged and asked her. "Did you like it?"

"Show me your natural face first then I'll tell you," she demanded and lowered her head to continue eating. The meal tasted so well but it would have been better with chicken drumsticks than just fried eggs.

Tristan did just that, he had given up on restraining himself from feeling whatever he wanted to feel. He had finally freed himself ever since his father did that deed to Xander.

Liliana lifted her face to behold his beauty that leaves her dumbstruck. Oh, she should get used to it. "Okay," she stopped and lowered her head.

She lifted her head again and stared at him for a while admiring his beauty and his hair. Her eyes met his and Tristan felt this feeling in his stomach.

What was wrong with him? What was the meaning of this feeling? Liliana lifted her hand hesitantly and tangled his hair with her fingers.

"What are you doing Liliana?" He asked in that deep husky voice that makes her hear her heart skip a beat. She withdrew her hand but he grabbed hold of her hand and placed it on his lips.

Liliana now remembered the cut she had the night she cooked in his house. Wait, where was it? She asked no one but herself. She wanted to withdraw her hand and survey it but Tristan's grip was tight

"Don't stare at me that way Liliana," he licked the pad of her finger. "If you don't want me to lick you as I've always wanted to do, don't seductively stare at me," he sucked her finger and groaned.

"Oh, I wonder how you must taste," he shook his head slowly and opened his eyes to see her cheeks red and her ear burning.

She was still staring at him the way he asked her not to. He snapped his fingers the moment he let her hand down.

"I. . ." She stammered. "The food is great," she lowered her gaze and touched her ear that didn't seem to seize burning.

"Thank you," he leapt to look at her face and make her view his. The moment she met his gaze again her heart skipped a beat and her stomach felt ticklish. Liliana pressed her lips into a thin line and closed her eyes.

If only she knew she was seducing him like crazy. It was a bad idea to bring her here or stay close to her as his body just reacts immediately like she was naked right in front of him but naked or not naked, he was hungry for her and it was so torturing!