But Holly Sinclair didn't even spare him a glance, her attention completely focused on Brandon Sterling.
"Brandon, are you okay? Does it hurt?"
She rushed to Brandon's side, asking anxiously, her eyes red with worry.
"I'm... I'm fine..."
Brandon Sterling shook his head and forced a smile. With her help, he struggled to his feet.
Tristan Sterling stared daggers at Holly Sinclair.
After she had smashed his head open and left him bleeding, she was now fawning over another man.
Rage burned in his eyes.
Blood trickled down his cheek. He didn't wipe it away, simply letting the drops slide past his jaw and drip onto the floor, one by one.
'He refused to believe she couldn't see it!'
'She was deeply in love with him. It was impossible for her to see this and remain indifferent.'
He clearly remembered a time, right after they got married, when he'd accidentally scraped the back of his hand. The moment she saw it, her eyes had filled with tears of distress.
