A smile deepened in Mika Summers's eyes at the thought. Plate in hand, she left her room, intending to go downstairs and find Tristan. But to her surprise, she saw him standing right at the door of the adjacent room.
She tiptoed over, reaching out to tap Tristan Grayson on the shoulder. But before her hand could land, he suddenly spun around.
The shock made her heart pound, and she almost dropped the entire plate on herself.
Clutching her chest, she glared at Tristan Grayson. "Tristan, you… you trying to give me a heart attack?!"
"Are you okay?" Tristan Grayson hadn't expected such a strong reaction and immediately asked with concern.
Mika Summers, her face pale, shook her head. "Don't touch me. My heart is still racing."
"Don't be scared. Let me hold you, and you won't be scared anymore," Tristan Grayson said, his expression one of earnest concern as he pulled her into an embrace, comforting her softly.
