Do You Care About These Things?

Joe's car started and passed by Tristan's car.

"Are you letting them go like this?" Tristan suddenly asked.

Cynthia glanced at him, "Although there's regret in my heart, it's not worth tarnishing my reputation."

"Do you care about these things?"

"Don't you?" Cynthia asked instinctively.

She thought, wouldn't any man dislike a woman who is aggressive and ruthless? Aren't men always fond of gentle, understanding, and tender women?

Tristan frowned slightly, "I only care if you're happy. Do whatever you want. If you want to do something, just do it. If the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you."

His palm gently stroked Cynthia's cheek. "Do whatever you want. I'm here for you. You don't have to be gentle. I'll shelter you from the wind and rain."

Cynthia's heart trembled. She looked at the man in front of her with a calm expression but a hint of a smile in her eyes. "Just afraid that my cold-bloodedness will scare you away."