She frowned, anger instantly flaring.
She didn't even have to think to know it was Tristan Sterling, who was sitting across from her.
She shot a sharp glare his way, only to be met with a gaze so full of tender affection it could drown a person.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Before she could lash out, Tristan Sterling had already apologized with a disarmingly frank expression.
His direct, scorching gaze was enough to make anyone's heart race.
Holly Sinclair was left speechless.
She was stuck between blowing up and letting it slide.
"What's wrong?"
Sebastian Pierce sensed something was amiss. He asked with concern, while shooting a suspicious and guarded glare at Tristan Sterling.
'That bastard!'
'He must have done something to provoke her again.'
Holly Sinclair's face was frosty, her eyes simmering with barely-contained rage, yet she felt like she was suffering in silence, unable to voice her grievance.
