It's Not Know to Understand Someone

Tristan Ford didn't seem in a hurry to eat. Instead, he picked up the king crab in the middle and skillfully handled the crab legs with a knife.

Handling crab legs was not an easy task; it could easily make one look awkward.

That was also the main reason why Cynthia Shannon, who was already drooling, refrained from eating them.

However, Tristan's well-defined fingers curved slightly as he firmly held the silver cutlery, his movements naturally elegant and pleasing to the eye.

When Cynthia withdrew her gaze, she found a perfectly handled king crab leg on her plate. "Thank you," she said, hiding her surprise, and lowered her head to eat. She glanced at Tristan. "You seem to know me quite well."

Upon hearing her words, Tristan lifted his eyes and looked at the delicate and fair face of the woman. His thin lips curved slightly. "It's not difficult to know someone."

"You investigated me?!" Cynthia narrowed her eyes, a faint chill lurking deep within her gaze.