Eating dinner alone, Tristan Sherwood felt the food tasted like cardboard. He couldn't muster any interest even for his favorite dishes.
After dinner, Vivian Morton returned from shopping, entering the villa carrying bags of all sizes. She had bought an evening gown worth hundreds of thousands, but there wasn't a trace of joy on her face. Her expression was tight, as if someone owed her money.
As soon as she entered the living room, she saw an evening gown resting on the sofa. Made of high-end, pale lotus-root organza, it looked like a top-tier luxury brand's design. Vivian's eyes instantly lit up.
Kicking off her high heels, she threw herself at Tristan in sheer delight. "Hubby, I knew you doted on me! You even bought me a gown. What time are we leaving for the banquet?"
She clung to him, and the pungent scent of her perfume forced the man to hold his breath. He almost threw up his dinner.
