Holly Sinclair snapped, her eyes turning red and her voice trembling slightly.
The moment relief washed over her, it was immediately replaced by a surge of pure rage.
Whether he had turned their own plot against them or had just been lucky to escape, he should have let her know the very first moment he was safe.
Instead of letting everyone believe he had actually died in the crash.
He'd made her so worried she couldn't eat or sleep properly for days...
'Doesn't he know I would be worried?!'
Wait!!
Wor—
Worried?
Was she worried about him?
Was it a kind of worry that went beyond him simply being the father of Candice and Babe?
Holly Sinclair froze.
Tristan Sterling pressed his tongue against the inside of his slightly stinging cheek.
He'd been slapped, but he wasn't angry. In fact, he was overjoyed.
He took her hand, rubbing it tenderly. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I didn't realize you'd be this worried."
'She hit me so hard. Her palm must be hurting.'
