She hurriedly looked away, her cheeks slightly flushed.
To cover up her embarrassment, she pretended to be calm and said.
"No, I was just checking if you placed it wrong."
Tristan Sterling took a half step back, leaning slightly, his hands casually shoved into his pockets.
His posture was lazy yet dignified.
"Take a look, Miss Sinclair."
Vivian Sinclair was startled, and immediately responded.
"Hmm, I see, it's not bad."
As she finished speaking, she quickly turned around,
Tristan Sterling closed the dishwasher, his movements swift.
Vivian Sinclair had also tidied up the table, folding the last rag and putting it back in its place.
She looked down at her watch, seeing it was still early, and followed him out of the kitchen.
The corridor was softly lit, the sound of their footsteps lightly overlapping.
Suddenly remembering something, she took out the black card Mrs. Sterling had given her and handed it to Tristan Sterling.
"Mr. Sterling, you should keep this."
