Tempting Deeper

At this moment, Tristan walked over and extended his hand toward her. "Miss Shannon, would you be willing to honor me with a meal?"

"Okay." Cynthia cooperatively presented an attitude of condescension and placed her hand in the man's palm.

The moment their hands touched, Tristan firmly grasped her hand. The two of them exchanged smiles.

As they walked out of the private room, Cynthia noticed the black-clad figures not far behind. She raised her eyebrows subtly, realizing they were Tristan's people.

A warm feeling swept through her heart, and her lips, moistened, formed a gentle smile. Over the years, she had grown accustomed to being strong, to facing everything independently. Like today, she could handle things on her own without anyone's assistance, but Tristan chose to accompany her in his own way, protecting and supporting her.