Emily let out a soft chuckle. “So, the reason you’ve been silent this whole time is because you’ve been thinking about that?”
A flicker of embarrassment crossed Tristan’s face. He grew more serious, lowering his voice as he leaned in, urging, “I started feeling something was off the moment Elizabeth Wilson suggested we should go together a few days ago. Just tell me already.”
She twisted her wrist, slipping her hand from Tristan’s grasp. “There’s really nothing to talk about.”
Tristan’s brow furrowed at once. “You don’t want me to know?”
Emily glanced away, her voice cool. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. I just don’t think you need to know. This is my business.”
She turned her head away, presenting the back of her head to him.
Behind her, Tristan fell silent for a long while.
As Emily replayed her words in her mind, she realized she’d sounded a bit too harsh. No wonder Tristan’s expression had soured. She opened her mouth to explain, but he spoke first.
“But I want to know.”
Emily turned, facing him fully.
“If things had been fine for me at the Lane family, I wouldn’t have run off to the capital on my own. That’s all I want to say.”
Suddenly, Tristan reached out, both hands resting on her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. “I get it.”
It was the height of summer, the air thick with heat. Emily wore a khaki off-the-shoulder knit top paired with flared jeans. Her hair was swept neatly back, framing her striking features, the ends curling softly. She looked sharp yet approachable, a balance of elegance and ease.
Because of the off-shoulder design, her graceful neck and collarbones were bare, her skin pale against the warm light.
Tristan’s palms pressed firmly against her shoulders, warm and steady. The contact left Emily momentarily stunned.
She finally snapped out of it, clicking her tongue. “Get what? Enough with the drama. Let’s just pick out a gift.”

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