The Wrong Woman

Tristan was taken aback. He stared at Nathan and asked, "What did you call me?"

Nathan patted his shoulder. He intensely looked at him with a gentle smile. From his expression, it didn't feel like they were unfamiliar with each other.

It was as if Nathan was meeting a respected elder. He was humble, polite, and gentle.

Tristan was so moved that his fingers trembled slightly. It seemed like he was on the verge of saying something but holding back.

Nathan had given him enough information, so Tristan should be able to understand now. He quickly changed the subject, "Which areas here are not covered by cameras?" Tristan was slightly excited. He grabbed Nathan's hand and led him to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, there was a shower and toilet area cordoned off by a curtain, so the camera couldn't see inside. Then, Tristan pulled Nathan into their room.

There were four cameras in the room, and a curtain was used as a mosquito net over the bed.

Tristan said, "These are the only two areas without cameras."

Nathan nodded and whispered, "That's enough."

His words were like a reassurance to Tristan.

Trembling, Tristan grabbed Nathan's wrist. Tears welled up in his eyes as his gaze filled with anticipation. He wanted to obtain more information, but he didn't dare to ask.

Nathan saw through his confusion and excitement but couldn't say much to avoid being exposed. He could only gently pat Tristan's hand to comfort him.

to cry, Tristan nodded

"Tonight, let's

he asked, "You want to

"Just for one

but he was sure it was something they couldn't let the cameras

you're our new roommate, so feel free to ask for

around. He asked again,

"Yes."

"And some rubbing alcohol?"

"Yes."

over to the dining

"Nate, are you really not afraid

afraid," Nathan

moment,

her arms to sit beside them. She curiously asked,

replied, "I really

you. Her identity was stolen, and she's

don't

called her "mom" so

dumbfounded. She then looked at Tristan in