My mind still struggled to process the shocking accusation which Tristan made, knowing that Harold would never have such a secret motive towards me. Maybe, my trust in him was blocking my reasoning but I had to question Tristan thoroughly before confronting Harold or else, our relationship might hit square one again.
“Tristan, are you sure of what you are saying? You know you can’t go around making such accusations against an innocent being.” I narrowed my gaze as I chose to give him the benefit of doubt.
With a straight face which seemed a bit offended, he met my eyes and retorted. “Do I look like some gossip girl that throws muds on a person’s image? I wouldn’t say something that I’m not sure of. I witnessed everything.”
His explanation wasn't convincing enough, and I knew he would be
