Thinking about Ava going out with Hardin next week made Tristan's blood boil. He clenched his left fist to control his anger.

He wanted to tell Ava to stop going out with random guys. She was a college student. Therefore she should concentrate on her studies. Not waste her time on useless guys.

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"Is the food bad? Why aren't you eating?" Ava asked, seeing that Tristan has not touched the food on his plate.

"I lost my appetite," Tristan said, glaring at Hardin.

Ava saw the tension between them and decided not to say anything.

Seeing Tristan's expression, Hardin thought, "Is he angry at me? Why is he getting angry when he crashed my date. Shouldn't I be angry at him?"

He thought Tristan getting angry was unreasonable.

"How is your wound?" Tristan asked Ava.

Ava glanced at Tristan, and she saw that he kept on staring at her. This made her so nervous to the point where she couldn't even eat her food properly.

Ava turned towards him as she raised her eyebrows and gave him a questioning look.

"How is our wound?" Tristan said, pointing to her leg.

Ava remembered how Tristan carried her to the bench then kept her leg on his lap to treat his wound. Ava started blushing, her face becoming red.

"Is it hot? Should the AC temperature be decreased?" Tristan said upon noticing her cheeks becoming red. He had no idea he was the cause of her blushing so hard.

"No, I'm okay, and my wound is better," Ava answered. She did not think he would remember. It was such a small wound she forgot about it already.

"Why? What happened?" Hardin asked, confused. Did something happen to Ava?

"Ava had an accident," Tristan replied before she could say anything.

"What? When? How? Are you okay now?" Hardin panicked and bombarded her with questions.

"It was just a minor wound. I got it while playing tennis," Ava explained. She didn't think Tristan should have brought it up. He was making a big issue out of it.

"Oh, that's good," Hardin breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, I remember it being a big wound," Tristan stated.

Ava was getting irritated, "Why are they talking about my wound?" She took a deep breath and released it with a sigh.

Hardin started to open his mouth to ask her something, when, "Eat!" Ava said.

Hardin shut his mouth, exasperated, seeing that she did not want to talk about it.

Tristan, on the other hand, looked so calm like it didn't bother him.

Hardin got a phone call, seeing the number, he frowned.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call," he went outside to talk to the person on the phone, then came back a few minutes later.

"Is everything alright?" Ava asked, seeing Hardin's tense face.

"It's an emergency, and I have to go," he explained. He did not want Ava to think that he would just ditch her for a simple phone call.

"It's fine, go ahead. Don't worry about me. I hope everything will be okay," Ava said in a consoling tone.

"I am really sorry. I know I brought you here, but I don't think I'd be able to take you back to school," Hardin said. He felt bad he had to go. He felt guilty because she was so nice about it.

"Didn't you say it was an emergency?" Tristan reminded him.

"Yes, once again I am sorry. I will make this up to you," Hardin apologized.

Tristan could not wait to get rid of this guy. He was happy that he had that phone call, and now he was leaving.

As Hardin was walking away, he was thinking, "Why do I feel like I interrupted them and Tristan couldn't wait to get rid of me, when he was the one who interrupted us."

"Go and confirm the meeting tomorrow with the Germans," Tristan said to PA Jack.

"Boss, I already confirmed it this morning," Jack said, thinking his boss would be proud of him that he already took care of this very important meeting.

Tristan was very strict when it came to his work. He never tolerated mistakes. He always wanted to be in control of everything. Jack knew his working style, and he tried to make sure he was always one step ahead when it came to what Tristan needed.

This was one of the things Tristan liked about Jack. He was very efficient, that's why he was assigned to be Tristan's assistant.

But this time, Tristan was not happy with his answer.

"Well, it's a very important meeting. Go call them, and confirm it once again," Tristan commanded him, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh yes, you are right. Let me confirm it again," Jack got up and walked away.

Jack understood his boss wanted to be alone with Ava. He was smiling, maybe if his boss fell in love, he would reduce his working hours, so he could also have a love life.

Jack was 25 years old, and he was still single. When he was in the university he put all his energy into his studies and never had time to date. He tried going on blind dates when he started working, but none of them were successful.

He was getting paid ten times more than what other personal assistants were getting paid, and he knows that he was good for the money. His career was stable, so he knew he was a good catch.

He wanted to get married to a gentle and kind girl and have a harmonious marriage. He did not have a lot of expectations for his future partner.

Now that Ava was alone with Tristan, she felt nervous. He had a very piercing gaze.

He always looked at her with so much intensity in his eyes. The first time they met, it was like all his attention was solely directed towards her.

"You should wear a skirt," Tristan suddenly commented.

"What?" Ava was startled. She lifted one of her eyebrows. Is he flirting with me?

"You have a wound. You should not wear very tight pants," Tristan was concerned about her.

Tristan always had a stern look. He never showed emotions on his face. As he interacted with Ava, he found all her expressions absolutely cute.

Ava was getting pissed. She frowned. "Is he saying I didn't know how to take care of myself? This guy is unreasonable," she thought.

"If you wear loose clothing, your wound will heal faster," Tristan followed up. He thought she didn't understand what he was talking about.

She pursed her lips, hoping that he would stop talking.

"Why is he talking to me like I was a child?" she was fuming.

Ava raised her voice a bit and became hyper, "Mr. Ambrosio, I am not a child, and the wound has already healed. Thank you very much!"