Tristan's pov
He rested his palm on my shoulder, moved his lips closer to my ear, and whispered…
"A word of advice."
"Find someone else for your heir."
"Elisa Lopez can never give you what you desire, okay?"
My eyes glared at him, and I seized his fingers on my shoulder.
"How do you even know that?" I questioned his doubtful claim.
Using a bit of my strength, my grip dragged down his fingers from my shoulder to his right side.
"What do you mean?" His brows twitched.
"How do you know Elisa is barren when you have never slept with her?"
"She told you that?" His voice lowered.
The corner of my mouth curved.
"I saw blood on sheets…on our first night."
His face turned pale.
"You already slept with her!" His teeth clenched his words.
"And it was good." I winked.
His eyes darkened.
"I have seen her reports, Tristan Presley."
