Faye's hand suddenly tightened around her waist.
She was a bit emotionally shattered right now, and it wasn't the right time to talk too much or too deeply.
At this moment, no matter what he said, she wouldn't be able to take it in.
He allowed Tessa to cry until she'd almost exhausted her tears before he let her go.
"Please don't cry, let's just talk for a bit."
Faye took out a tissue, wiped away the tears from her face, his heart both aching and tingling.
Her little face was pale, her eyes red, with tears still lingering, but it was clear she'd calmed down a bit and regained some composure.
Tessa kept her head down, not looking at Faye.
Actually, Faye wasn't that old, only in his twenties, and when he teased her, she always had the illusion that this man's mental age was quite immature.
He just masked himself as being cold, indifferent.
But now, when she was like a pitiful little kitten, he showed her boundless affection, boundless tolerance.
