She took a sip with her head down, the water sliding down her throat, finally catching her breath.
"Have you been watching over here the whole time?"
Tristan sat on the edge of the bed, in a leisurely manner, with one hand propping up his chin.
He arched his eyebrows, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"What? Feeling touched?"
Vivian wrinkled her nose, deliberately turned her head away to avoid his gaze.
"Who's touched?"
Tristan chuckled softly, as if seeing through her facade.
"As expected, you're a little spring, with a very hard heart."
Vivian continued to drink her water with her head down, not speaking, her eyelashes slightly trembling.
She knew that a man like him was born to be admired by others.
Those considerate gestures had probably made countless girls fall for him.
Perhaps what he did for her, others had also experienced.
Thinking like this, her chest suddenly tightened.
