SLAP! SLAP!
Holly Sinclair dragged the weeping Vivian Linton straight out of Tristan Sterling's arms.
She landed two vicious slaps across her face.
"Ah!"
Vivian shrieked, instinctively clutching her stinging cheeks as she stared in astonishment at the furious Holly.
'She couldn't believe it. Tristan was still here, and this bitch Holly actually dared to hit her.'
Holly's hatred was all-consuming.
Two slaps weren't enough to quell the inferno raging in her heart. She raised her hand to strike again.
"Holly!"
Tristan Sterling grabbed Holly's wrist, his sharp brows knitting together as he softly stopped her.
'Holly...'
Hearing the change in how he addressed Holly, Vivian's head snapped up to look at him, a flicker of unease stirring in her heart.
'Tristan already knew that Holly wasn't the one who drugged him.'
'He wouldn't start feeling reluctant to let Holly go, would he?'
'After all, all his loathing for Holly stemmed from that one night two years ago.'
