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.

She blurted out, “This afternoon…”

Before she finished, Tristan said, “I have a meeting at 2:30.”

“Oh.”

They were silent all the way back. And before getting out of the car, Jessie asked casually, “Am I too old now?”

Tristan was startled, and when the car came to a stop, he looked at a few dressed up girls walking by and said, “People are different. Some are like meteors, and some