Seduced by Desire

"I have a small question..." Lily Jonas on the other end of the phone paused for a moment. "Whose Rolls-Royce was that?"

Cynthia Shannon pursed her lips and subconsciously glanced at Tristan Ford sitting beside her. She coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment and said casually, "It doesn't matter."

After speaking, she hung up the phone directly.

Cynthia turned her gaze to Tristan next to her and said, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

"The person who should apologize is not you." Tristan looked at the charming face of the woman and slowly raised his hand. His distinct knuckles directly hooked a strand of her hair, his gaze filled with an unknowing infatuation. "I won't let them trouble you."

In that instant, Cynthia understood the implied meaning behind the man's words. Seeing the man take out his phone, she hastily grabbed his hand. "Wait!"

The woman's slender fingers carried a touch of coldness, completely different from the warmth of the man's palm.