She didn't even dare to look up the moment she sent it out.
It was only now that she suddenly realized—agreeing to three meals basically meant locking away her weekends.
On the other side, there was a long silence; the chat box kept showing "The other party is typing," but no message came through.
Finally, her phone vibrated, and all that came was a simple: [Alright, I get it.]
She locked her phone and let out a quiet breath.
Looking up, she said to Tristan, "I've already turned him down. You can go change now."
The somber look on Tristan's face finally eased a bit.
He got up slowly, dragging his slippers, lazily making his way to the door.
Vivian watched his back, unconsciously touching her nose with her fingertips, gaze a little unfocused.
Five minutes later, the two of them entered the elevator together.
The metal doors closed slowly, reflecting their figures standing side by side.
