Tristan Sterling's smile froze on his lips.
He knew this was no longer up for negotiation.
'Forget it.'
'As long as she lets me see our daughter, I'll naturally be able to see her often in the future.'
'I can't dare to ask for too much right now. Just being able to see her occasionally is enough to satisfy me.'
'Right, I can't be too greedy!'
'As for everything else...'
'No need to rush. There's plenty of time.'
...
「In the restaurant.」
At a table by the window.
"It's been half a month. You and Nathan Fletcher still haven't made up?"
Holly Sinclair asked, glancing at her best friend sitting across from her, who was devouring her food.
"Don't mention him to me." Wendy Wyatt took a sip of juice and huffed irritably.
Holly Sinclair saw right through her but didn't call her out on it. The corner of her mouth curved into a faint smile. "They say couples shouldn't let their quarrels last overnight. Come on, it's been long enough."
