Tristan Xavier looked at the two people in the room and felt a surge of irritation. He didn't want to stay here a moment longer.
There were still loose ends with Alex Alden that hadn't been tied up, and they needed his attention.
He didn't have the luxury of idling away like Damian Xavier.
It was better to take the initiative than to sit around waiting for a lucky break.
Damian Xavier was completely unaware that Tristan Xavier had left. Right now, his only concern was for Aria Sterling.
He gently laid his hand over Aria Sterling's lower abdomen, stroking it softly.
'This once held my child.'
'If the baby had been born, what would they have been like? I hope they would have looked like Aria Sterling.'
'They'd be livelier and cuter that way, more endearing.'
He gently stroked Aria Sterling's hand, then grasped it tightly in his own.
Her hand felt so small. Damian Xavier was afraid that if he wasn't careful, it would slip right away.
