Tristan Sterling heard it clearly and the corners of his lips curved into a noticeable arc.
He reached out, unabashedly ruffling her hair.
Vivian Sinclair frowned, instinctively dodged a bit, but didn't quite avoid it.
She glared up at him, her eyes full of displeasure.
I'm not your dog, why do you keep touching my head?
If you touch me again, I'll bite your hand!
She just got home, the door not yet fully closed.
Melanie Grant snuck out from a corner of the living room.
She grabbed Vivian's arm instantly.
Vivian barely steadied herself, her backside just hitting the soft cushion before Melanie firmly pressed down on her shoulder, staring at her.
"Speak up! How far have you two gotten now? Kissed yet? No fibbing!"
Earlier, she had seen everything clearly.
That sticky sweetness, it's hardly just between friends?
It was clearly a classic scene of the male lead protecting the female lead in romance dramas!
