Heart Skipped a Beat Instinctively

Cynthia Shannon abruptly opened her eyes and immediately saw Tristan Ford's handsome and unrivaled face. A hint of surprise flashed in her almond eyes, and she blurted out without thinking, "What are you doing here?"

She didn't expect to meet again so soon after just a few hours of separation.

Tristan was dressed in a meticulously tailored suit, impeccably neat, exuding inherent nobility and elegance from head to toe.

"I come to visit an elder." His black eyes met Cynthia's face, a fleeting glimmer passing through, and he repeated, "Are you okay?"

Cynthia looked up, unexpectedly crashing into the man's deep and bottomless black eyes. Her heart instinctively skipped a beat. "I'm fine."

"I'm talking about here." Tristan pointed to the position of his heart with distinct knuckles, "Most women would choose to cry their hearts out. Do you want to give it a try?"

As he spoke, he handed Cynthia the handkerchief he carried with him.

Cynthia was slightly taken aback, but then a faint smile curved her lips. "Crying doesn't solve anything, especially when it's for someone who isn't worth it."

"Does it hurt a lot?" Tristan looked at her intently.

Cynthia gazed at the swaying willow branches, her gaze gradually becoming distant. She murmured softly, "How could it not..."

She had thought that her fervor and sincerity could exchange for genuine affection, but in the end, it was all in vain.

Tristan stared for a moment, and he lifted his thin lips, his deep voice mixed with a barely perceptible tenderness. "It's not worth arguing over something unworthy for someone unworthy. It's better to save your tears for those who cherish you."

His words made Cynthia's heart beat like a drum inexplicably. She looked at Tristan's unfathomable eyes, feeling somewhat flustered, and averted her gaze.

Tristan paused, a hint of conflict flashing in his eyes. "Since we know that the other person's thoughts are not on us, why bother forcibly holding on? It's better to separate and find relief instead of tormenting each other."

Cynthia looked at him in surprise.

After all, they weren't particularly close, so such words coming from him were a bit unexpected.

But Cynthia knew that Tristan's words made sense. Instead of clinging on reluctantly, it was better to let go completely and give each other a sense of relief. Moreover, she, Cynthia Shannon, was never someone who couldn't let go, and she didn't want to see Naomi Sweeney and Joe Louise every day. It's annoying.

She took a deep breath and regained her usual calmness. "We have already separated. I have no relationship with him anymore."

Tristan's eyes briefly showed a moment of shock upon hearing her words, but it quickly vanished.

Suppressing the urge to let his lips curve up, he composed himself and maintained a steady tone. "When enthusiasm is not reciprocated, it's better to stop. Miss. Shannon is far more free-spirited than I imagined."

"Just as you said, instead of tormenting each other, it's better to let go." Cynthia said, "Besides, what is obtained by reaching out is ultimately charity, while what is given willingly is true affection."

A barely noticeable appreciation flickered in Tristan's raised eyebrows. "On this point, Miss. Shannon and I coincidentally agree."

The two of them conversed sentence by sentence, without any awkward atmosphere, and time passed by unnoticed.

"Young Master, Madam is calling for you." At that moment, an elderly woman walked over. She looked at Cynthia with a kind smile in her eyes. "If this young lady is willing, why not come along?"