BLIND DATE
Chapters. 54

Ara really didn't find Tristan. The man never showed up again in the apartment. Even in the office, Ara could only see Tristan from a distance. The man seemed to disappear.

It's been a week. When he asked Jarvis that, he just said that Tristan was busy. Looks like Jarvis knows, but he can't tell her. This girl is agitated by herself. He doesn't know what to do now. The status of his false relationship is less clear. He is still in use or not.

The door opened from outside. Ara who could not sleep immediately woke up immediately and exited the room. That was Tristan. Their eyes meet.

"You haven't slept?" ask Tristan. Ara was speechless because this was the first time she had heard Tristan speak after a week of not meeting. "Pregnant?"

"Ah, yes Sir. I haven't slept yet" said Ara at last.

"Sleep. It's been so night." Tristan had not been able to reach his room, his body drooped limp to the wall.

"Tristan!" To his surprise, Ara forgot to add the name Pak in front of Tristan. He immediately ran over and held her back. "You okay, sir?" ask Ara worried.

Tristan shook his head trying to make his eyes open wide. But he still cannot. Tiredness makes his body unable to stand up straight.

"Come, Sir. We're going to the room. Don't faint here. It's best to force yourself to keep going even if it's slow" says Ara.

Tristan can no longer speak. As much as he tried to walk. Although Ara's body was smaller than her, she felt that this female energy was quite helpful in her walking. With a grimacing face and forced to be strong, Ara helped carry Tristan who was walking with gold towards her room.

Bruk! Tristan's body slammed into the bed slowly. Ara bent her body with both hands resting on her knees. Adjusting his gasping breath then turned to the man who was now closing his eyes.

"Newly appearing instantly troublesome," Ara sighed softly. Tristan is not sleeping. "You'd better sleep." Ara will be out of the room when Tristan's hand blocks her wrist.

"wait. I'm cold" whined Tristan. Ara gnashing. Blush briefly. Busyet, what the fuck is it? Then he looked to the side. There's blankets.

"Yes. Thank you." Thank you." Patently, Ara enveloped Tristan's body. This guy has a fever. Because his face is red and like holding back pain.

"Father of fever, yes ... Wait for. I'll get you a compress." Ara walked out of the room quickly. Even though he stayed here not for a while, finding compresses was quite difficult. He chose to take a small towel that he used to wash his face to compress. "I'm coming ..." Ara carried ice water and a small towel. "Here," said Ara handed over the small towel earlier. Tristan.

"You're telling a sick man to compress himself?" tristan asked in a weak voice.

"Ah, yes sorry." Ara pulled back the little towel.

"Compress me."

"S-me?"

"There's only you I can tell. Just do it." Tristan closed his eyes. Ara moved closer to compress this man.

"Excuse me, sir." Before touching the forehead, Ara asked permission first. With a slight tremble of awkwardness, Ara managed to touch this man's forehead with her towel. Tristan's breathing sounded regular. It was a sign that he was starting to fall asleep. Until Ara could calm down to continue her task.

Ara blinked to see Tristan's face sleep peacefully. Sighs later.

"If it wasn't for the charade, I wouldn't have met this handsome guy. He's a guy with a level very far away from me. It was impossible for me to meet him through the usual path. The date brings pleasure to other things as well. I was so stupid to throw away my pride by being his toy. Temporary lover. That sounds ridiculous. But money is also important. That's why I ended up losing too. If the story is finished ... Can we talk so smoothly like this ... " Ara tidied up the compress equipment and rushed out. Leaving Tristan asleep.

Without Ara knowing, Tristan opened her eyes after she came out.