Chapter 19 Do You Want To Have Some?

• Jessie took a few sips of the yogurt. She had been critical of food, but it was brought to her personally, so she had to appreciate it.
• She knew Tristan was different from her. He treated caviar and pancakes as the same food group. He didn’t look like a regular billionaire. She appreciated him, but she could never learn his ways.
• She screwed up the cap and looked at his profile. Chiseled face, deep-set eyes, composed and wise after the honing of years, youthful at his age and with a mysterious depth. Jessie was wailing inside: she had fallen in love with this man.