Tristan Ashcroft's slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the solid wood desk.

His gaze remained fixed on Jenna Roland, lips pressed into a thin line as if holding back words.

Jenna shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. "Boss, just say what's on your mind."

Tristan took a deep breath. "You and Ethan Roscente... are friends?"

Jenna's pupils constricted briefly before she regained composure. "Why do you ask?"

Rubbing his temples, Tristan sighed. "Ethan specifically asked me to look after you. But now you've been hurt by Jake Varley..."

He hesitated. "Ethan isn't my main concern. It's Gavin Valentine. You know who he is."

Jenna frowned.

Ethan had actually told Tristan to protect her? That made no sense.

"When did this happen?" she pressed.

"Right after you started working here." Tristan's eyes darted away. "The problem now is keeping this from Ethan."

Suspicion clouded Jenna's thoughts.

Back then, she and Ethan had been on terrible terms. Why would he...

"But Mr. Valentine has already seen my injuries," she pointed out.

Tristan quickly responded, "I'll make sure he keeps quiet."

Jenna nodded. "Understood."

Lighting a cigarette, Tristan asked, "How will you explain these injuries?"

"A biking accident," Jenna said casually.

Tristan's eyes brightened. "Perfect excuse."

His tense shoulders finally relaxed. "You may go."

Jenna turned and left the office.

The moment the door closed, Tristan immediately dialed Gavin's number.

"She claims it was an accidental fall," he whispered urgently.

Satisfied laughter echoed through the receiver.

"Remember—don't let her get hurt again," Gavin warned.

"Yes, of course," Tristan agreed hastily.

Hanging up, he exhaled in relief.