With Tristan's weak heart crossing her mind, Lena raised a brow and quickly stood before Tristan. "Let me look at you. Does it hurt?"
Seeing her reaction, Tristan Catelof chuckled. "Why do you always take my joke seriously?" He looked at her with an amusing smile, only to the annoyance of Lena.
"You should stop joking around with your illness," she bluntly said. "It's not funny. You scared me."
She tried to turn her back at him but Tristan grabbed her hand and make her sit on his lap. Even when she struggled, he held her so firm that her effort was futile.
"Are you angry at me?" the Crown Prince asked with an appeasing smile. "I'm sorry. It was thoughtless of me."
"You know how to apologize?" Lena said with a hint of surprisement on her face. This instantly made Tristan frown.
"I already apologized to you before. You already forget?"
"When?"
"When you realized my identity," he promptly reminded her.
