Be Your Most Loyal Disciple

Cynthia's hand holding the disinfectant paused for a moment, and she lowered her gaze, concealing her emotions.

Then she quickly finished tidying up everything.

Just as she was about to get up and leave, Tristan suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. His deep and sexy voice slowly sounded, "Cynthia, what are you afraid of?"

He could sense Cynthia's caution and indecision.

"I thought I had enough patience, but every time you appear, it feels like a test for me. I guess I might be breaking my promises," he said.

He was never a righteous gentleman; taking what he wanted by force was his specialty.

"Tristan, don't you think our progress is too fast?" Cynthia sighed helplessly. The man in front of her seemed calm and restrained, but his way of doing things was dominant and overbearing.

"I just ended a three-year relationship, and now I'm immediately starting another one. It's too hasty and irresponsible towards you," she said.