Actions Speak Louder

Cynthia Shannon abruptly turned around, her gaze colliding with his bottomless black eyes.

“Tristan?”

“It's me,” Tristan Ford deeply stared at her, his eyes filled with an indescribable affection.

“Didn't you leave just now?”

“I will always be by your side, you can confirm it time and time again,” his tone was calm, yet it exuded an undeniable dominance and arrogance.

Cynthia's eyelashes trembled lightly as she tightly clenched the coffee cup in her hand.

He wasn't just answering her previous question, but also making a promise to her.

She averted her gaze and said softly, “Tristan, please don't make any promises to me. I fear I won't be able to respond.”

“Can't respond?” Tristan murmured in a low voice.

He held her wrist and brought the coffee cup she was holding to his lips, lightly sipping from the spot imprinted with her lipstick.

The mark of the lipstick lingered on Tristan's lips, leaving a faint trace before being completely taken away by his tongue.