บท 171: As a ghostwriter

Tristan waited patiently for her answer, knowing her answer already. But before she let out her answer, he made her settle on the ground with her legs. "Do you want to play a game?" He asked. 

"A game?" She furrowed her eyebrows, "what game?" Asked Liliana.

"Come with me," Tristan took her hand and began to pull her to his room which was far into his mansion. Now wasn't the right time to get intimate with her. Yes, she was craving, resisting but ready to relent and let him devour her. He knew she wouldn't regret it and would remind her a little, a hint of who he was to her which would do him a big favor but now, it was better she falls in love with him again.