Vivian Sinclair was startled, her heart skipped a beat.
She immediately recalled what he said last night.
Was he serious?
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, tangled and chaotic.
Why would he want her to like him?
Just because she looked pleasing to the eye, so he acted on a whim?
Or maybe, he too had a bit of feeling for her?
Someone like him, from a prestigious family, with outstanding abilities.
He's never short of admirers or women who actively approached him.
And her?
A girl burdened with past scars, living cautiously.
She couldn't fathom his thoughts, nor dare to be easily moved.
One more bit of pain and she might be completely knocked down.
Seeing her with her head lowered, silent, her gaze evasive, fingertips slightly curled.
Tristan Sterling didn't press further.
He knew she was scared, hesitating.
The car steadily stopped beneath her apartment, the streetlamp cast a dim light.
