Elizabeth Wilson clung to the doorframe. "Come on, let me ask a few more

questions! I still have so much to ask you."

Emily Blair pried Elizabeth's fingers off, utterly unmoved. "That's enough. Even if you keep asking, I'm not going to answer."

With that, she pushed Elizabeth out of the room and waved her off. "Bye now!"

Elizabeth huffed, straightening her clothes and glaring at Emily, but her anger faded almost immediately.

"Oh, fine. I'll let it go this time-just because you and Tristan Davis finally got together."

She folded her arms and gave Emily a meaningful look. “Emily Blair, whether it's work or love, you'd better make sure you're happy."

Emily smiled and nodded. "I will."

Falling in love with Tristan Davis was, in all her lifetimes, the first serious relationship Emily Blair had ever had.

Waiting to meet him after work, she finally understood what it was like for couples who couldn't wait to see each other again. Even sitting across from a client, she had to resist the urge to check her phone every few seconds.

Not until the client began gathering their things did she allow herself a peek at her watch.

It wasn't even seven o'clock.

The client suggested having dinner together, but Emily politely declined, explaining she had another engagement.

The client didn't insist. After exchanging goodbyes, both parties went their separate ways.

As soon as she left, Emily told her driver to take her straight to the restaurant where she was meeting Tristan.

She arrived in less than half an hour.

Tristan had reserved a table at one of the city's most renowned five-star restaurants. Warm golden light from the lobby and tall windows spilled out onto the sidewalk. Emily spotted him before she even stepped out of the car-he was standing under the awning, waiting.

He wore a gray turtleneck sweater beneath a sleek, oversized black coat. He looked tall, striking, and just a little bit out of place standing in the crisp autumn evening. Emily couldn't help but notice several young women nearby whispering and blushing as they stole glances at him.

As she got out of the car, Tristan didn't seem to notice her he was too busy checking his phone.

Emily started walking toward him, but just then, she saw a group of girls nearby nudging one of their friends forward. The girl's cheeks were flushed bright red; she wore a white shirt, short skirt, and a slouchy hoodie, with trendy headphones looped around her neck. She looked fresh-faced, nervous, and full of youthful energy.

Prodded by her giggling friends, she approached Tristan, phone in hand, clearly working up her courage to ask for his number.

Emily paused a few steps away, watching.

The girl said something, then held out her phone. Tristan glanced at her, replied briefly, and Emily could actually see the girl's face fall-her embarrassment plain as day.

Still, the girl tried again, pushing her phone closer, looking both hopeful and desperate.

Tristan's expression didn't change. He said a few more words, and the girl bit her lip, clutching her phone as she walked away, crestfallen.

Emily had witnessed the whole thing. She couldn't help but reflect-given Tristan's looks and charm, it was no surprise he attracted attention. There must have been plenty of women bold enough to ask him out, to confess their feelings, or try their luck. She'd never really noticed before, but since she'd started caring for Tristan, she saw it everywhere she even recalled the night at the gala with Cynthia Rivera and Tristan's assistant, Hilaria Vargas.

A strange, complicated feeling rose in her chest.

She strode over. "Tristan Davis."

His face, which had been impassive just moments before, lit up with unmistakable excitement-like a puppy spotting its owner across the park. He couldn't help himself; he took a few eager steps toward her.

"Emily Blair."

She stopped in front of him and reached up, gently brushing his cheek with her hand. "Have you been waiting long?"

Tristan's eyes shone even brighter as he looked at her. He caught her hand and pressed her palm to his face, as if he never wanted to let go.