She spoke softly, her voice barely audible.
She feared speaking too much, listening too long, her heart would waver, unable to resist believing.
Maybe he really was the one who could let her dock safely.
"Ha."
Tristan gave a light chuckle.
He slowly turned his head, his gaze sharp like a knife.
He stared at her for a few seconds, then leisurely uttered three words.
"Coward."
Vivian furrowed her brows, her chest feeling as if something had hit it hard.
She didn't want to meet his eyes anymore, nor did she want him to see the shame flickering in hers.
She swiftly turned her head to look outside at the still falling snow.
The car drove along the silent streets.
The street lamps emitted a dim yellow glow in the snowy night, reflecting the city's winter solitude.
Eventually, the car stopped in front of an unremarkable private club in the city center.
The building's exterior was understated, even appearing somewhat old.
But a few luxury cars were parked in front.
