They had only just met a day ago, but Tristan had spent three whole years in the hospital building up his authority and professional image.
Yet Vivian, in less than a day, had effortlessly managed to shatter all of that.
Tristan's heart was full of reluctance and helplessness; he couldn't stand seeing all his effort go up in smoke like this.
Tristan dragged Vivian to a corner of the hospital's little garden.
This place was rather secluded, not many people passed by; he needed somewhere quiet to calm down.
He braced his hands on the wall, trapping her between his arms, constantly adjusting his breathing, struggling to control his anger.
Tristan took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, trying to steady his turbulent emotions.
He knew he couldn't let his temper loose, especially in a situation like this.
Tristan's broad chest rose and fell; Vivian, half a head shorter, happened to catch sight of him breathing hard.
