Swept on His Lips

Cynthia Shannon was suddenly startled, her face paling as she tightly closed her eyes, subconsciously hugging the potted plant in her arms. In a split second, a strong and powerful arm crossed her waist and pulled her tightly into an embrace.

Everything happened too suddenly, catching Cynthia off guard. However, the expected pain did not come.

Cynthia slowly opened her eyes and saw Tristan Ford, who was so close that he was almost within reach. The man's clean and smooth jawline was incredibly refined, with a faintly sexy protruding Adam's apple. Below that was a meticulously buttoned shirt collar, exuding a strict temperament with an undeniable sense of restraint.

The two of them were closely pressed together, and the cold breath unique to a man surrounded her from all sides, leaving Cynthia with no escape.