Melaide traied up once again as she pushed into Tilstan’s atins. She clubedout, “Yes!!
Albert happened to be standing outside the window of the ward. As he witnessed the loving scene, he felt like his hear was being ripped into pieces.
He looked down at Vivienne’s son, which was nestled in his amss Chuckling bitterly musder las breath, he left the limspital right away.
Upon artimming to Northdsane, Albeit bouded Vivienne’s mum in his family’s graveyard.
A few years later, Tristan became incredibly well–known in Southaven’s business industry. He used to be a poor college student who was a nobody. Now, he’d Traustomed into a rising business magnate who held shates of multiple listed compaules, Suffice to say, his net worth was immeasurable..
the apex of the business pyramid, the outside world kaew very little about his private life.
Tristanu never lacked admirers in the tomatice department, Socialites, prestigious young women, and famous celebrities had tried getting close to him. But he often tejected thich advances politely while beeping his distance from fliem, as though his heart was already reservedl for a certain suzibeone.
The mass media and the reporters were extremely curious about Tristan’s love life. Countless paganezzi stalked him around day and night just to take a picture of
but Tristar protected that woumestirmely well. He never allowed her face to be exposed in public. That was, until a reporter happened to capture a particular
ne in the parking lot of a fancy mall with his camens.
Tristan’s car slowly rolled tido the parking lot under the shroud of the night. Atterber seat. Then, be uprised the door grilly.
gut out of the car, he cried around the food to get to the front passenger
A woman wearing a white dress got out of the car. Her hair was draped on her studiers, but her face was covered by Tristan’s tall, broad frame.
The reporter bid in the shadows, hits heart pounding in his chest. Healined hig
Tristan lowered his head to capture the young woman’s lips in a kiss fe was pele anul restrained himself from taking more, as though he was handling a precious
With bated breath, the reporter tried to adjust the camera angle in order to copinge the woman’s face, But Tristan concealed her face well, using his body to shield
All the reposter could hear was Tristan’s low and gentle voice that canded a lilur of doting, “I love you even more than yesterday.”
The young woman’s voice was so faint that the reporter could barely catch it, not for could tell that she was amiling. “You say the same thing every day.”
Tristan chuckled softly at her response. His tone grew even pendler. “That’s because I always love you more than the day before.”
After the reporter photographed that very moment, I made the headlines of various newspapers. All of the headlines wrote something along the lines of “Business Magnate Tristan Holt Confesary Lovingly to Pasted Mystery Woman Finally Reveals Herselt!”
her face
Despite the photo being spread everywhere lie wildtine, no one was able to catch a good glimpse of the woman’s face. After all, Tristan was able to protect her mad įdentity very well. He didn’t even reveal her same ti, the public.
nut in Palmre Maior over in Northbune, Alliest found Iduselt paking at the photo for a very long tinse, unable to tegalulis scisses.
He stated at the young woman’s figure for a long, long thun, 11 was as Haough he wanted to remember every liber that made her sp.
All these years, Allen l
teapprated in Melanie’s life ever again. He lived in the humongous villa all by lilimself, knowing that he’d most likely be unable to
