"So soon?"
She suddenly opened her eyes wide in surprise.
"We just talked about moving, and you're moving tomorrow?"
...
Isn't it a bit too fast?
Tristan hooked the corner of his mouth, his gaze deep as he looked at her.
He then leaned in close to her ear, his warm breath brushing past her earlobe.
"I'm afraid you'll change your mind at the last minute, so I have to seize the opportunity and strike while the iron's hot."
Vivian: "..."
She was at a loss for words, her cheeks flushed, wanting to argue but not finding the words.
This man is always like this, backing her into a corner until she has no room to hesitate.
But thinking of Lynn, maybe moving sooner is a good thing.
That woman always loves to find reasons to hang around her place.
If she moves out early, out of sight, out of mind, it'll be much more peaceful.
When Vivian left Tristan's house, night had already fallen, and streetlights glowed one by one.
