But as soon as the voice fell, her heart skipped a beat.
Just after she spoke, a voice unexpectedly came from outside the door: "Who said they were taking my girlfriend away?"
Paige Yorke shivered, her eyes darting around, and hurriedly shrank behind Vivian Sinclair.
Tristan Sterling let out a soft hum, his gaze quietly settling on her.
"Let's go, I've had everything prepared over there."
Vivian Sinclair turned back and waved toward Paige Yorke.
"Melanie, take care of yourself. Reach out to me anytime you need."
Before leaving, she didn't forget to look back at her one more time.
"I know, I'll take good care of myself."
Paige Yorke tried hard to smile and nodded vigorously.
She didn't want Vivian to worry about her when she left.
So despite her reluctance, she forced herself to act casual and at ease.
The two of them went downstairs together and got into the car.
The early sun sprinkled on the car roof, casting a faint halo.
