Fugitive Lovebirds

Cynthia exclaimed, “!!!”

Listen to these words of ferocity and ruthlessness!

Verification?

How can such a thing be verified?!

She cleared her throat, struggling to control her inner turmoil, “You are very good.”

“Is that so?”

Tristan tilted his gaze at her, his deep black eyes shimmering with a profound smile, “But how do you know without checking?”

Cynthia took a gentle breath, fearlessly meeting his gaze, her almond eyes filled with sincerity, “I have confidence in you.”

As her words fell, a brief silence enveloped the carriage. Then, a soft laughter escaped from the man's throat.

The magnetic laughter slowly rippled through the carriage, “Then, why don't you tell me what makes you so confident in me?”

Cynthia, “…”

No matter how she answered this question, it felt like playing with fire.

She could only choose silence, silently cursing Lily a fool in her heart!

The car continued to drive silently, and Cynthia remained silent, her eyes lowered.