As he gazes at his dim bedroom, Tristan's heart feels even emptier and colder, worsening his feelings. He can't wait for the DNA results because only then will he have a reason to meet her.
After cleaning his body and changing into his home clothes, Tristan didn't bother to glance at his bed because his mind was still thinking about work; it was the only option for him to ignore her presence in his mind.
Sit behind the computer, read some files, and do a few online meetings with other executives from his company in a few countries on the other side of the world.
Tristan worked non-stop. Without realizing it, the sun slowly appeared on the horizon.
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At the same time, Dylan returned to the 40th floor, holding a white envelope in his hand.
He was wearing the same clothes he had worn the previous night. His usually neatly combed hair looked slightly messy, and his usually fresh and clean face now appeared tired.