"Previously, I promised you a birthday gift, but never managed to give it to you. Today, I happened to run into you, so it's appropriate."
He paused for a moment, his gaze resting on her face, and said earnestly, "The gift is in the car. Will you come with me to get it?"
"Uncle, there's really no need, you always spoil me… How can I keep accepting your things?"
He stared at her, his eyes darkening, a hint of pain flickering in his gaze.
"You're in a relationship now," he whispered, "are you trying to draw a line between us?"
The air suddenly grew tense.
She wasn't someone who forgets gratitude.
He had been the closest elder to her since childhood.
The warmth he had given her, she remembered every bit of it.
But it was precisely because those memories were so deep that she didn't dare respond lightly.
However, Tristan Sterling didn't like her to be too close to him now.
She didn't want to upset him.
So, at this moment, she had to be cautious.
