She was just about to refuse, but before she could speak, Tristan had already reached out swiftly.
He spoke with a lazy drawl, leaning against the sofa armrest.
"Uncle is giving me a present?"
Curtis stood on the other side of the screen, his posture straight and formal.
"It's a birthday gift for Vivian."
Tristan let out a low chuckle.
"What you give her is what you give me, isn't it? She's my girlfriend now. What you give her is mine, isn't it?"
His tone was light and leisurely, each word deliberate.
"Thanks, Uncle, I'll take it as a token of your heart."
"By the way, do you know my company's address? Just have it sent there. I'll have someone sign for it, save you the trouble."
It was as if Curtis had been forced to swallow a bottle of vintage vinegar, the bitterness spreading from his throat to his heart.
The man he had regarded as a brother since childhood had openly snatched her away from him?
Why?
She's now someone else's, legitimately.
