Seeing the smile on Tristan's face, Quercia felt that the gloom in her heart had been dispelled quite a bit.
This feeling is like the warm afternoon sun in the cold winter, making one feel exceptionally comfortable.
The vehicle came to a halt in front of the hotel.
"Have a good rest at noon," Tristan said to Quercia with a smile.
"Alright." Quercia nodded and walked into the hotel entrance.
After getting off the car, Shawn's face was exceptionally gloomy.
"Shawn, what's going on?" Zunny asked, chasing after Shawn.
The fury in Shawn's eyes was about to burst out as he yelled, "Did you just see that? Tristan was holding Ms. Spark's hand! What's going on between them? What gives Tristan the right?"
Zunny showed a helpless expression, "Mr. Quain used to be Ms. Spark's fiancé."
"You said it yourself, that was before!" Shawn's expression was slightly distorted, "What gives him the right now!"