"Is that guy in the back... your boyfriend?"
Of course, she recognized Tristan Sterling.
Not only had she heard of his name, but she had also heard countless stories about him from others.
The only son of the Sterling Family, with an unfathomable background, young and talented.
Even her husband, Jasper Prescott, had to be cautious when mentioning him.
Now seeing him return with their daughter, carrying large bags of household goods.
His attire neat, demeanor natural, there's no way it's just a "convenient" encounter.
The atmosphere between the two clearly hinted at a tacit connection.
Vivian Sinclair's heart skipped a beat, quickly shaking her head.
"No, Mom, don't make wild guesses. He just lives upstairs and downstairs; we just happened to shop together, purely coincidental."
Lynn Shaw's eyes flashed, a barely noticeable trace of disappointment moved across her eyes.
She slowly lowered her gaze, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the back of her daughter's hand.
