The teacup shattered on the floor, and he finally understood.
This person, his heart carries her deeper than anyone else.
Tristan stared at him, a sudden tug at the corner of his mouth.
"Do you really think Vivian Sinclair is the kind of easygoing, forgiving person?"
He paused, his voice deliberate.
"Some things, once done, are done. Every time your face flickers in front of her, her heart twists anew. It's not that she can't forget, but every glance brings pain once more."
"If you truly care for her, you should call, send something, and stay far away. Stop haunting her like a ghost."
Wyatt Morgan suddenly froze, his mind buzzing.
He suddenly became clearheaded.
Thinking of the look in Vivian's eyes just now.
Cold, indifferent, distant.
He really shouldn't have believed Elara's nonsense.
But now?
She avoids him, doesn't even reply to messages.
But none of that matters now.
What matters is, he foolishly believed she'd turn back.
