The venue was bustling with people that day, guests coming and going.
He was surrounded by waves of investors and business partners.
Amidst the toasts and negotiations over multi-million-dollar contracts, his phone kept buzzing with messages.
Even when he noticed something was off with her and wanted to leave.
By the time he had a moment to turn back and look for her, she had already quietly left the venue.
Vivian blinked her sore, reddened eyes, with undried tears still clinging to her lashes, her gaze slightly bewildered.
"What did you say?"
Tristan didn't answer; he threaded his fingers through her soft hair, gently rubbing the top of her head with his palm.
The gesture was intimate, more like an elder to a junior, or perhaps...
A more special relationship.
Then, he leaned in slightly, moving closer to her ear.
"Little spring, if you ever encounter something you can't handle, don't bear it alone. Come to me."
