Digging One's Own Grave

She struggled for a moment before sending a short reply, "What's the matter?"

Originally, it was just a polite response, but unexpectedly, Tristan Ford called directly, "Did I disturb you?"

"Sorry for replying to your message so late," Cynthia said.

"Do you have time tomorrow?" Tristan's low and magnetic voice came through the phone's earpiece into Cynthia's ears.

Cynthia flipped through the documents in front of her with boredom and answered without hesitation, "No."

Taking over the company would definitely keep her busy for a while.

"Is that an excuse to reject me?" Tristan wasn't surprised by Cynthia's response.

"It takes time to adapt to a new job," Cynthia explained, "What's the matter with you suddenly finding me?"

Tristan's tone on the other end of the phone suddenly softened, "I wanted to invite the girl I like to have dinner, but it seems she's not interested in me."

"Tristan Ford, are you being so honest about your feelings now?" Cynthia couldn't help but laugh.