Chapter 176

The late autumn night was cold and dry. Gabriella worked overtime before returning home. Wrapped in a heavy cashmere coat, she walked into the run-down neighborhood. Far ahead, a tall figure stood under the dim lights of the building, flames flickering between his fingers. Gabriella stopped in her tracks and calmly stared at the person from a few steps away. “Tristan?” A trace of astonishment flashed through her eyes while looking at the man she thought she would never see again. Tristan had a faint melancholic smile on his lips. He threw the tip of the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. “How have you been, Gabby?” “I’m great,” Gabriella answered cheerfully. “What about you?” It was as if she was greeting an old friend. There was no residual affection in her tone. No one would believe they were once in a romantic relationship. Tristan became silent, his head facing the ground. With a few long strides, he arrived in front of Gabriella. In a low and hoarse voice, he said, “I’m ge