Tristan's heart ached as he drove Audrey back to her apartment.She was sobbing softly clutching the handkerchief he had given her close to her chest.

He knew Dante wasn't sleeping with Rosalie even before the accident but the lady always hovered around him like a leech.

He had to do this.He had to dissolve any feelings she must have been developing for Dante.

But it fucking hurt to see her crying.

He had to find Jerome soon.

He had to make her safe then claim her as his again.

Then he would never allow her shed a single tear.

He came to a halt in front of her apartment.

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