A bone-chilling, hostile aura radiated from Tristan Sterling.
He appeared before Vivian Linton and Philip Payne, one step at a time.
It was over!
Everything was over!!
The moment she saw Tristan Sterling, Vivian Linton was overwhelmed by a sense of panic, an ominous premonition that all was lost.
"Tristan, it's not what it looks like! Please, let me explain…"
She instinctively threw herself in front of him, clutching his sleeve as tears streamed down her face.
'Tristan always fell for this act.'
'Every time she cried, he would soften.'
'After all these years, the way he treated her so well couldn't have been just because she saved his life.'
'In his heart, she had to be someone special.'
'He must love her, too, for reasons beyond that debt.'
Tristan Sterling's expression was as cold and grim as ancient ice. His lips were pressed into a thin line, offering no clue as to what he was thinking.
