At the doorway, Tristan Lowell was indeed waiting.
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes gazing towards the depths of the hallway.
Hearing footsteps approaching, he slowly turned his head, and his gaze softened the moment it met hers.
"Tristan..."
Hearing the commotion, Tristan Lowell swiftly turned around, stepped forward, and pulled her into his arms.
His palm gently stroked her back.
He gently pressed his lips onto her hairline, leaving a warm kiss.
"It's been truly unfair to you this time."
He said in a hoarse voice, filled with concealed anguish.
"Just hang in there a little longer. The project team will be yours sooner or later."
The Jadefall Hospital project hadn't been finalized yet, and usually, no one was willing to come over to the project team.
Without saying a word, she buried her entire face into his chest.
The tip of her nose brushed against the fabric of his shirt, inhaling the familiar scent of cedar mixed with tobacco.
"Mm, I trust you."
