Holding Hand

Bella blinked a few times before slowly gazing at Tristan beside her, puzzled. 

As if she wanted to convey through her gaze, "What the hell are you doing, Tristan Sinclair?" 

When Bella saw no reaction from him, only a calm look directed at her, she was speechless. She tried to pull her hand away; however, Tristan Shameless Sinclair's grip tightened.

'Damn you, Tristan!' She couldn't help but curse him.

Her eyes were shaking. She felt annoyed. But she couldn't get angry at that moment; Dax and their elder were at the table. She endured his grip while scolding him through her gaze. 

But once more, Bella felt nervous when she saw him lean closer to her. 

"Please, don't ask anything..." He whispered near her ear, causing Bella to feel goosebumps as his warm breath brushed her neck.

Their faces were so close that Lewis and the others sitting opposite them could see them intimately as if they were kissing.