Never a Problem

After having lunch, the two of them went for a walk in the garden.

When they reached the entrance, Tristan Ford's figure paused for a moment, slightly tilting his body and extending his hand to the person beside him.

Cynthia Shannon pursed her lips and extended her hand in response. In an instant, the man's palm tightly enveloped her soft hand.

Walking side by side, their shoulders touching, Cynthia's figure was not as tall as Tristan's, but her presence was not inferior to his.

They unexpectedly complemented each other well.

After the cleansing of the heavy rain, the air felt exceptionally fresh, inexplicably comforting.

"Are you going back to the company tomorrow?" Tristan suddenly spoke, gazing at the woman's beautiful face.

Cynthia shook her head slightly. "I'm going back later."

Tristan's eyebrows faintly furrowed, but then he heard Cynthia explain, "There are some things at the company that I need to deal with."