Tristan just sat there without any emotions showing on his face. He looked at her like she was a child throwing a tantrum.
"How could she not take care of herself?" he thought. He did not like knowing her soft skin can get easily bruised.
Ava was shocked. She realized she should not have screamed at him, even though it was in the heat of the moment. How can one keep their cool when Tristan has his business face. It was the face he used to intimidate people.
Tristan was not angry at her. He was just concerned.
He wasn't saying anything, so Ava started feeling guilty for blowing her fuse. She was usually very soft-spoken, and she hardly raised her voice.
"Look," she said, exasperated, but using her soothing voice to make him understand, "While playing tennis sometimes I get hurt. It's not a big issue." Tristan listening to her voice, felt like it tickled his heart. It was like a lullaby that calmed his heart.
