Chapter 130

The bright moon cast a soft silver glow as the black Bentley cruised smoothly down the wide road. The autumn night air was chilly—Megan instinctively pulled her coat tighter around her. "Cold?" Tristan gave her slender hand a gentle squeeze, their fingers laced together. Leaning her head slightly against his arm, Megan murmured, "With you around, I'm my own personal heater. Feels nice and warm in here." Tristan's left hand stayed on the wheel while his right held her hand tight, like it was the most precious thing in the world. Ever since her hunger strike, Megan had changed completely in the way she treated him. From being hostile and cold, she'd done a total 180—clinging to him, showing affection, relying on him. At first, Tristan had his guard up, worried she was playing another trick to break free. But over time, he could tell—she wasn't pretending anymore. She'd really made up her mind to stay. She'd chosen to be his woman, with no hesitation. He could still remember that breathta