Encircled Waist

Cynthia Shannon's mind went blank, and her legs felt as if they were filled with lead. She was unable to move an inch.

The passing car brushed past her like a black lightning bolt.

The powerful airflow lifted Cynthia off her feet and threw her to the ground.

She thought the car that caused the accident would take the opportunity to leave. After all, there was nobody here, and even if they escaped, there would be no evidence to catch them.

But unexpectedly, the car turned back and eventually stopped in front of her..

The car door opened, revealing a pair of handcrafted black leather shoes. A pair of long and slender legs took firm steps towards Cynthia. A black umbrella tilted toward her, shielding her from the pouring rain.

"Are you okay?" Tristan Ford's low and cold voice gradually became clear in her ears.

Cynthia looked up, and before her stood a man with sharp facial features and a defined jawline. His features were delicate and three-dimensional, especially those deep, captivating black eyes.

Those eyes... She vaguely felt like she had seen them somewhere before.

But she couldn't remember where exactly.

Cynthia shook her head, her gentle voice sounding hoarse. "I'm fine, thank you..."

She struggled to get up from the ground, but the scrapes on her legs and the cut on her foot made her legs go weak, and she fell down again.

But just as she was about to hit the ground, a strong and powerful arm encircled her waist and pulled her into an embrace.

Cynthia collided into Tristan's chest, instantly enveloped by the cold aura that belonged uniquely to a man.

Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest. Even through the clothes, she could clearly feel his seductive muscles. Cynthia felt her palms heat up and subconsciously pushed the man in front of her. But instead of pushing him away, she was suddenly lifted up in his arms.

She frowned, a hint of coldness appearing in her eyes. "What do you think you're doing? Let me down!"

Even though she had known Joe Louise for three years, they had only held hands. The sudden action of a stranger made her instinctively uneasy.

Tristan lowered his gaze, looking at Cynthia calmly. His deep voice carried an undeniable commanding tone. "You're injured. You need to go to the hospital now."

"I-I can walk by myself." The close proximity between the two made Cynthia uncomfortable. The man's cold aura filled her nostrils, as if it were surrounding her from all sides. A certain string inside her body inexplicably tensed up.

"Don't move." The man's low voice, unquestionably authoritative, instantly quelled all of Cynthia's struggles.

In that moment, as she was placed into the car, the cold wind hit Cynthia, making her sneeze.

Tristan raised his hand to close the cold wind, then glanced at Cynthia's fragile figure. He took off his coat and draped it over her. "Be careful not to catch a cold."

"Thank you." The coat not only carried Tristan's scent but also retained his warmth, inexplicably making Cynthia's heart race.

Tristan's gaze swept over the faint blush on her cheeks, and a fleeting smile appeared in the depths of his eyes. "The one who should be thankful is me."

"What?" Cynthia felt lost.

Tristan looked at her calmly, his deep voice unhurried. "Thank you for accepting my apology and giving me a chance to make it up to you."

The car sped off and finally arrived at the nearest hospital.

Cynthia insisted on walking herself, and Tristan patiently accommodated her limping steps until they reached the emergency room.

When she came out of the emergency room, she saw Tristan talking to someone on the phone, with his back to her. It seemed like he noticed her presence and quickly hung up, walking hurriedly towards her. "Here's my contact information. If you have any problems, you can contact me."

"I have no further demands." Cynthia politely declined the business card handed to her. Once the matter was resolved, there should be no further involvement. She disliked dragging things out unnecessarily.

She hesitated for a moment, then handed him the coat. "Here's your clothes back. I'll cover the dry-cleaning cost."

As Tristan looked at the coat Cynthia handed to him, the corner of his eyebrow slightly raised, and a soft smile flickered in his eyes. "Right now, you need it more than I do."

With just a simple sentence, Cynthia inexplicably felt her eyes well up with tears.

She thought it must be because she had been deeply hurt today. Otherwise, how could she be moved by a stranger's casual concern?

"Thank you. I'm fine. I'll leave now." Cynthia refused his help. Right now, she needed to go back to the Louise Family to deal with something very important.

Tristan stood still, watching the slender figure move away. A hint of radiance flashed through his dark eyes. "We will meet again."