Chapter 185 What's the Difference?

"I don't want to ask," Cressida murmured, pulling her hand back and turning toward the window. "There's no way things would work out between the two of us." Between her and Tristan stood far more than just a woman like Kaitlyn. Seeing her like this, Daphne sighed and didn't push further. Things like this required Cressida to figure it out on her own Back at the apartment, Cressida locked herself in the study. She spread out the drawing paper, ready to finish the final touches for the Leigh Group collaboration. It was the last step before she could officially cut ties with him. But her hand froze around the pencil. The draft in front of her blurred as her mind tangled itself into a hopeless knot. Kaitlyn's gentle smile as she held that lunch box… Tristan's calm, focused profile… and her grandmother's words from earlier… They all replayed in her mind repeatedly. She felt restless and irritated, so she tossed the pencil aside and paced the room, but eventually sat back down. Forget