Perhaps because of his anger, his kiss was anything but gentle.
He crushed her lips painfully, forcing her eyes to grow even redder.
"Mmph... Tristan Sterling, you..."
Furious and aggrieved, she opened her mouth to protest, but the cunning man took advantage of the opening.
In a fit of rage, Tristan Sterling gripped the back of Holly Sinclair's head, pressing her tightly against him and kissing her until she could barely breathe.
From the shadows, a pair of eyes filled with venomous hatred stared viciously at the scene.
Vivian Linton clenched her fists, unable to believe her eyes.
'That bitch, Holly Sinclair!'
'It wasn't enough that she stole my spotlight. Now she thinks she can steal my Tristan, too?'
'In her dreams!'
'I won't just sit back and take this!'
'I won't just stand by and watch Tristan be snatched away!'
'Never!'
Vivian Linton's face twisted with hatred. With trembling hands, she took out her phone and dialed Tristan Sterling's number.
