"The one behind you...is he your boyfriend?"
Of course she recognized Tristan Sterling.
Not just from hearing his name—she'd heard far too many stories about him, from all sorts of people.
The Sterling Family's only son, background unfathomable, young and accomplished.
Even her husband Jasper Prescott had to speak of him with careful caution.
Now, seeing him return with her daughter, arms full of big bags of daily necessities.
Cleanly dressed, his demeanor natural—how could it possibly be just "on the way"?
The atmosphere between them was clearly laced with mutual understanding.
Vivian Prescott's heart skipped a beat and she quickly shook her head.
"No, Mom, don't let your imagination run wild. He just lives upstairs and downstairs, we happened to shop together, that's all."
Lynn Shea's gaze flickered, a trace of barely detectable disappointment crossing her eyes.
She slowly lowered her gaze, fingers absentmindedly stroking the back of her daughter's hand.
