Chapter 241 When Someone Is Shameless Enough, They Become Invincible
Katniss's lips twitched as she watched Nicholas act all cutesy in Saskia's arms. She lowered her head, covered her mouth, and coughed lightly, then looked away. She thought, 'Nicholas is so clingy, it's unbearable.'
Saskia was also annoyed by Nicholas and smacked him on the head. "Enough already! If you want to act like this, do it at home!"
"What's wrong?" Nicholas looked up and shot a meaningful glance at Tristan. "I've learned that if you want something, you gotta ask for it. Some people are too proud and miss out."
Tristan stood by the window, holding a cigarette outside, but the faint smell of smoke still drifted in with the night breeze.
He leaned lazily against the window, turned his head to look at Nicholas, and said, "When someone is shameless enough, they become invincible."
After throwing a couple of sarcastic remarks at Nicholas, he glanced at Katniss.
Not getting what he wanted did affect his mood, but he couldn't let Nicholas have the upper hand.
Nicholas clicked his tongue in frustration. Unable to win the argument, he decided to prove his point with actions. "Saskia, I want a banana. Can you get me one?"
Saskia was still chatting with Katniss, and neither of them paid any attention to their childish bickering.
She casually handed a banana to Nicholas, who grumbled and shifted his body against hers. "Peel it for me."
"Nicholas, it's your first day in the hospital. Don't make me slap you!" Saskia yanked his head out of her arms, but he immediately buried it back in.
Saskia threw the banana on the bed. "Eat it or don't."
"Alright, he's a patient. Just take care of him. I have to prepare for an educational seminar on Friday night, and time is tight." Katniss was a bit annoyed by Nicholas and couldn't help but glance at Tristan standing by the window.
He still had one hand outside, his gaze fixed on Nicholas, with a furrowed brow, lost in thought.
Although Saskia seemed to dislike Nicholas, she didn't stop him from snuggling into her arms.
'Tristan couldn't possibly learn this trick, could he?' The thought of it made Katniss's head hurt, and she decided to end the visit.
"It's getting late. We won't bother you anymore. Let's go shopping together another day when I'm not busy," as soon as she finished speaking, Tristan extinguished his cigarette, closed the window, and walked out with her.
Saskia mumbled that they hadn't even had dinner yet and felt bad about it.
"Saskia, it's good they're not eating here. Otherwise, you'd have to feed me, and wouldn't they be jealous?" Nicholas said self-righteously.Amid Saskia's grumbling, Katniss and Tristan left the hospital room.
She held Tristan's well-defined fingers and couldn't help but laugh. "It's nice. I quite like them like this."
"Really?" Tristan interpreted her words: 'She liked Nicholas's shamelessness.'
"It's just between them," Katniss clarified. She could tolerate it in them, but she couldn't handle someone like Nicholas herself.
By the time they got back to the apartment, it was almost eight o'clock, and Katniss still planned to go straight upstairs.
"If you go back this late, they probably haven't saved you any dinner. I haven't eaten either. Let's cook something at my place, and you can go back after you eat." Tristan's expression was serious, making it hard to tell if he had any ulterior motives.
The elevator's dim lighting and the confined space made Katniss focus entirely on him.
Tristan had been calm and proper the whole way back.
If she hesitated, it would seem petty. "Alright, I'll go back after I'm full."
Taking another step closer, Tristan hid his intentions deep down, holding her wrist as they exited the elevator.
The room was dark, and Tristan turned on the entryway light as he hung up his keys.
Next to his keys was the set Katniss had left there. She glanced at them and then looked away, walking into the room.
"I'll make dinner. If you have any preferences, let me know in advance." Tristan followed her to the sofa, placing his long arm around her.
Seeing her wary look, he couldn't help but kiss her forehead. "No special requests. Go ahead."
Katniss pushed him away.
He pressed his thin lips together and walked to the kitchen, unbuttoning two buttons on his shirt and rolling up his sleeves.
His muscular forearms were well-defined. He took a few ingredients from the fridge and started making dinner methodically.
Katniss dealt with some online issues for a few students, and in just half an hour, the room was filled with a delicious aroma.
She put down her phone, rolled up her sleeves, and went to the kitchen to help finish up and bring the dishes to the table.
Just as she sat down, she saw Tristan unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. "What are you doing?"
"The smell of the cooking is too strong. I can't stand it. I'm going to take a shower. You go ahead and start eating!" Tristan took off his shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Every part of his body was perfectly sculpted.
Katniss's gaze involuntarily followed him until he unbuckled his belt and took off his trousers at the bathroom door.She looked away, her ears turning red as she listened to the subtle sounds behind her.
She suspected he was doing it on purpose but had no proof, so she buried her head in her meal, her mind blank.
The faint memory lingered—his strong chest pressed against hers, the lines of his body hardening beneath her touch.
The scenes lingered in her mind, and she even forgot to chew the food in her mouth.
After five minutes, Tristan came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
His short hair was wet, and droplets of water slid down his tanned skin, increasing the aura of masculinity.
He glanced over and caught Katniss's sneaky look.
But he didn't move and said, "I'll go change."
Another five minutes later, he returned to the dining room wearing only a pair of lounge pants, his upper body bare and sat down next to Katniss.
The scent of body wash replaced the faint smell of smoke on him.
He was a force of nature, his energy crackling around him, drawing Katniss in.
"Why are you just sitting there, not eating?" Seeing her not eating, Tristan quickly filled her bowl with food.
"That's enough!" Katniss hurriedly stopped him. "Eat quickly, or it'll get cold."
She buried her head in her meal, occasionally glancing at him and looking away.
These little expressions didn't escape Tristan's notice, but he said nothing.
He and Katniss put down their utensils together.
"I'll clean up the dishes." Katniss got up quickly and took the dishes to the kitchen.
The water from the faucet splashed onto her shirt, and just a few drops made it cling tightly to her slender waist.
"Let me do it." Tristan handed her two paper towels. "Wipe it off, or you'll catch a cold. There are also some of your clothes in my room; you can change into one."
Katniss took the paper towels and wiped herself briefly, shaking her head. "No need. You should put on a shirt; it's quite chilly, and you'll catch a cold like this."
She pointed to his bare upper body.
Tristan glanced down and said seriously, "I'm not cold. If you don't believe me, try it."
'Try it?' Katniss was stunned, and before she knew it, he had grabbed her wrist and pressed it against his chest.
The strong, powerful heartbeat transmitted through her palm, and indeed, it was scorching hot!
Katniss's fingers curled, forced to stay pressed against his chest, unable to pull back.
"You wash the dishes; I'll go change." She stammered, finding an excuse to flee.
Tristan didn't make it difficult for her. Seeing her run off, he said, "The bedroom lights are off. Take it slow."Katniss randomly picked a T-shirt to change into, calmed herself for a few minutes, and decided to leave this place of trouble.
When she came out of the bedroom, she saw that the dining room and kitchen lights were off, and the living room was dimly lit.
A bouquet of fiery red roses on the coffee table emitted a faint fragrance, and Tristan was lazily sunk into the sofa.
He held the TV remote, selecting a movie. When he saw her come out, he asked, "You have an educational seminar on Friday?"
"Yes." Originally planning to leave, Katniss was distracted by the topic and sat down on the sofa. "It's in the suburbs. Matilda and I are going together, and we might come back late."
Tristan naturally placed his hand on the back of the sofa behind her and turned his head. "I'll drive you there. It's not safe to come back late."
Wrapped in his aura, Katniss nodded. "Alright."
So, should I leave now? Why can't I get those words out of my throat?
"It's still early. Let's watch a movie, and I'll take you upstairs later." Tristan didn't insist on her staying, which made it harder for Katniss to leave directly.
She agreed, leaning into his arms as he selected a romance movie.
The movie was short—only seventy minutes.
By the time it ended, it was just ten-thirty. After going back and taking a shower, it would be perfect to sleep at eleven.
That was Katniss's plan, but plans couldn't keep up with changes. Romance movies were filled with love scenes between the protagonists.
From innocent kisses to passionate tongue kisses.
Each scene made the atmosphere in the living room more subtle, but Katniss felt like she was the only one who couldn't stay calm.
Tristan's eyes were slightly narrowed, reflecting the scenes on the screen, looking very composed.
Katniss's lips felt dry. She got up to the dining room, poured two glasses of water, and drank one in one go.
"Do you want some?" She handed the other glass to Tristan.
Her lips, glistening from the water, were too much for Tristan to resist.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the sofa, covering her with kisses and swallowing Katniss's soft moans.
She didn't resist, probably because she had already started to expect and even crave something.
Katniss belatedly realized she had fallen into his trap.
At first, he only kissed her, without any substantial moves, guiding her to the next step.
Step by step, she seemed to be in control but was actually very passive.
Until her body trembled, lost in a dreamy haze, he whispered in her ear, "Don't refuse me again. You want this!"
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