It was Brandon Sterling.
His smile was as gentle as ever, making him look like a harmless, friendly older brother.
"Brandon."
Holly Sinclair offered a faint, distant smile.
"Here to see Tristan?" Seemingly oblivious to her cold demeanor, Brandon Sterling remained warm and friendly.
"Yes," she nodded.
"You two…" Brandon Sterling hesitated, his gaze sharpening. "Are you back together?"
"Sorry, Brandon. I have to go. Let's talk some other time." Holly Sinclair didn't answer directly, making an excuse to leave.
'This was between her and Tristan Sterling. There was no need to tell him the outcome, whatever it might be.'
With that, Holly Sinclair brushed past Brandon Sterling.
She didn't see the way his expression instantly froze, his gaze turning dark and sinister.
He was usually very self-controlled, but at that moment, his emotions flared, and he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Why?"
