Chapter 47

CEO's office.

Tristan and Megan sat on the long couch, while Bruce took a seat in the armchair.

Megan handed out two steaming cups of coffee.

"Uncle, you've been off the grid for years. Are you back for Grandpa's birthday this time?"

Bruce took the coffee and gave a satisfied hum after the first sip. "Finally get to enjoy a cup of coffee brewed by my future granddaughter-in-law,huh?"

Then his tone shifted. "But no, I'm not here for that old man's birthday. I came to issue a warning."

"A warning?"

Tristan frowned. Megan raised an eyebrow.

Bruce set his cup on the table and reached into his coat-pullingout a worn leather pouch. From it, he slid out a small deck of Tarot cards.

"I did a reading before I came," he said, shuffling the cards with surprising grace for someone his age."Death reversed, followed by the Tower. Not great signs. Then the Ten of Swords. That sealed it."

Megan propped her chin on her hand, already zoning out halfway through the explanation. Bruce laid the cards out in a spread, then tapped one."It points to a serious health crisis coming for Tristan's grandfather."

Megan blinked, trying to stay polite. "So... you couldn't have just said that from the start?"

Bruce gave a slow shrug. "Where's the flair in that?"

Megan sighed internally. Okay, so he was one of those people. Tarot uncle.

Still... sometimes even the weirdest stuff turns out to be true.

Tristan leaned forward, expression darkening. "Can you tell if the illness is natural or... caused?"

Bruce didn't hesitate. "It's not fate. It's man-made."

Megan was mid-sip and nearly choked on her coffee.

She reached for a napkin to dab at the spill.

Okay,this is getting creepier by the second.

Bruce looked at Megan with a kindly smile. "Megan,fate brought the two of you together across lifetimes.Don't take it for granted."

Megan froze for a second. Wait. does he know something?

She smiled calmly. "Got it, Uncle."

After chatting a bit more, Bruce left, accompanied by Cameron, headed to the Reid family's old estate.

Seeing Tristan lost in thought,Megan gently massaged his temples. "Come on, it might not be accurate.

Don't worry too much."

Tristan held her hand. "Megan, Uncle Stewart's never been wrong."

What Megan didn't know was that in a past life, Bruce had predicted Tristan would die for a woman-and in the end, he did, staying by her side till the very end.

Her eyes lit up. Wasn't this the perfect excuse to set up surveillance in the old house?

That way, she could keep tabs on Wyatt any time she wanted.

She cleared her throat. "Then let's act before anything happens. We'll move into the old estate and secretly set up cameras in every room. Just in case."

Tristan's sharp eyes narrowed slightly. After a long moment, he nodded. "Okay. We'll move in tomorrow and get the cameras installed."

He was lost in thought and didn't notice the flicker of cunning in Megan's eyes.

Getting up,he gently pulled her into his arms. "Come on, let's grab some lunch."

"Where are we eating?"

He ruffled her hair fondly. "Break room."

Holding her hand, he led her to the adjoining room.

The break room was still decked out in minimalist black and white. There was a large bed, a long sofa,and a coffee table-low key in design, but obviously expensive. A meal cart sat beside the table, covered with six dish domes.

Tristan had her sit down while he handled the rest,lifting the covers to reveal six gourmet dishes.

Pan-seared short ribs, marjoram salmon rolls, seared scallops with foie gras sauce, Cajun-style crayfish,bouillabaisse, and a heavy French-style cheesecake.

Every single item was one of Megan's favorites."To win over this little foodie, I gotta win over her stomach first." Tristan said with a straight face as he sliced up the short ribs and slid the plate in front of her. "Let me feed you."

And so began their feeding-each-other moment.

When they finished the main course, Megan scooped up some soup and held it to Tristan's lips. "Babe, open up."

But she could still see that hint of worry on his handsome face. Megan took a sip first, then gently cupped his jaw and kissed him, letting the warm broth pass from her mouth to his.

With a soft smile, she whispered, "In this lifetime,I wanna be the spoon that feeds you milk and soup.and your favorite cuddle buddy at night. I wanna be the one who always hugs you tight. So you better smile more, 'cause when you're happy, I'm happy too. No matter what happens, I'm right here with you."

Tristan's lips tilted into a smile. "Okay." Then Megan picked up a spoonful of cake. "Try this.Good?"

"Not really."

She shot a glance at the beautifully plated dessert mumbling, "But it's Michelin three-star. lemme try it."

She scooped a bit for herself. "Hmm, not bad at all.""Yeah? Let me have another taste."

With those words, Tristan leaned in and kissed her,licking the cream off her lips with his tongue.

He grinned. "Told you-your lips make everything taste better."

The more time Megan spent with Tristan, the more she realized just how smooth this man could be.

After their meal, Tristan pulled her onto the big bed,wrapping his arms around her from behind and gently rubbing her round belly. "You're so full it looks like you're carrying a baby in there."

Megan giggled. "Nah, that's just a whole lotta poop."

Three black lines appeared on Tristan's forehead-yep,her mouth really wasn't made for sweet talk.

"Babe, I heard about a guy who couldn't get past seeing his wife constipated. Would you feel the same way?"

"No,I won't."

"I also heard-"

He turned her face toward him, pinched her cheeks, and shut her up with a kiss.

Tristan, however, was the one suffering the most.Again, he ended up in a cold shower,while someone was comfortably starfishing under the covers,dreaming away.

When Megan finally woke up, she found him staring at her quietly. She snuggled into his chest. "Babe, I was dreaming. You went to play with water again,huh?"

Tristan clenched his jaw. Play with water? That's what she called it?

But he got up fast-he wasn't planning to spend another minute burning up.

He pulled out a soft lavender dress and a pair of silver 7cm heels from the closet, setting them by the bed."Time to go. We're headingto the charity auction."

Megan quickly got up and started changing right in front of him.

Tristan spun around in a flash-any longer and he might actually get a nosebleed.

Her reaction? Nearly died laughing.

Once dressed, she patted his shoulder. "I'm ready.Time for makeup!"

She hopped off the bed, fished her makeup bag from her backpack, and headed into the bathroom to put on a light, natural look.

Stepping out again, she noticed Tristan had also changed into a deep charcoal suit. His model-like build really didn't need any help-he looked hot either way.

Raising her lipstick, she grinned. "Time for the Reid-style application."

Tristan strode over, applied the color to his lips, then cupped her chin and pressed a kiss to her lips,leaving a perfect hint of cherry blossom pink behind.

Satisfied, he tucked her makeup back into the bag,slung it over his shoulder, and held out his arm. "Let's go,Mrs. Reid."

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Megan looped her arm through his. "Right behind you,Mr.Reid."

Then it hit her. "Oh right, Rachel's going tonight too."