The Unchanged Password

Tristan felt a sharp pain in his chest as he listened to the coldness in her voice.

'She calls me Mr. Harrington,' he thought.

He wasn't keen on talking, and he already knew what she wanted to discuss.

Still, he walked over, sat down, and waited for her to speak.

Camille pointed to the items behind her. "Christmas goods by the fridge are for you. Take them home for the celebration. I also bought s