She had never dared to think too much, nor dared to believe too much.
The human heart is too complex, and emotions too dangerous.
She would rather stick to that simple promise than touch those vague boundaries.
"But he even put on an apron!"
Melanie was about to collapse, her voice trembling slightly.
"Did you see that? That's the eldest young master of the Sterling Family! The Tristan Sterling whom even the servants don't dare speak loudly to! Yet he's washing vegetables himself? Busy in the kitchen? And so skillfully?"
She felt like she was in some kind of time-travel drama, the plot so absurd she could hardly breathe.
How is this any different from Aaron Grant suddenly kneeling to her and calling her 'father'?
"But he has to eat too, doesn't he?"
Vivian responded softly, her tone calm.
Initially, she was indeed startled, her heart skipped a beat at the moment she saw Tristan walk into the kitchen.
But then she thought, he's no immortal, with long arms and legs.
