Chapter 72 Competing to Send Her Home

• The moonlit night was cool and quiet. Light rippled along the corridor, shadows rising and falling like waves, sketching out a vivid scene.
• Natalie gazed at the person before her. His refined features were striking, his demeanor was calm, much like an elegant prince. Her lips moved slightly, but she shook her head instead. "It’s nothing. Let’s go."
• She wanted to say that she and Tristan could never work, that they weren’t suited for each other. However, since nothing had begun between them and their interactions were like friends, perhaps with time Tristan would notice her shortcomings. He might eventually realize that they weren’t a good match after all.