With his signature flirtatious simper and gleaming golden orbs, Tristan puts on his playboy's mask and starts to mess around with me again.
"What? Cat got your tongue? You can tell me if you want to, you know. I'll gladly take you in," he then whispered to my ears after a brief pause, voice smoky and a little supercilious.
"Not really. I just asked because you really didn't tell me anything about the plan aside from that one with the opera house," I blankly answered with the most unassuming frame that I could muster.
"Geez, Lily... Could you at least react like a girl, though?"
"Huh? Why would I when you're acting like this?"
"How can we make Ms. Monique believe that we're all lovey-dovey if you're as dead still as a tree trunk? We're supposed to be a couple who just got together again after a break-up."
"Oh, so that's the cover-up..."
I really thought that he's just playing around again.
