He lounged lazily on the sofa.
"Your uncle helps you, and you like him. I help you, so why don't you like me?"
Her cheeks flushed slightly as her fingers unconsciously twisted the corner of her clothes.
"I... I really didn't know back then. Honestly, I had no idea you were helping me too..."
"And now?"
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking tightly on her face.
Suddenly, she smiled, her eyes curved like crescents.
"I know now, so I like you now."
Tristan Sterling's lips curved upwards quietly.
He didn't say anything more, his arms reaching out to pull her into his embrace.
Vivian Sinclair tilted her head back, meeting those deep eyes.
Her heartbeat quickened slightly, her fingertips trembling as she cupped his face, gathering courage to kiss him voluntarily.
A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose.
Her actions were clumsy and shy, one moment after another.
The next moment, he rolled over, decisively pinning her beneath him.
