The Deepest Obsession

Cynthia smiled and shook her head. "I will adjust my own schedule."

Besides, she felt that it wasn't quite appropriate for her to stay here like this.

Tristan's gaze darkened slightly. "I'll take you to the company tomorrow morning."

In other words, she wasn't allowed to leave tonight.

Joyce, who had been silent on the side, spoke up appropriately. "Miss. Shannon, the doctor specifically instructed you to rest well before leaving, and Mr. Ford is also concerned about your health."

Cynthia hesitated for a while but couldn't resist the eager and hopeful gazes of these two people. She silently nodded her head.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Tristan's mouth, and he continued eating.

After lunch, Tristan held Cynthia's hand as they took a stroll in the garden, finally resting in a pavilion.

Tristan looked at Cynthia, who was sitting opposite him, and furrowed his brows imperceptibly. "Are you afraid of me?"