He's on Top, She's Below

Cynthia pursed her lips, feeling somewhat frustrated as she wrinkled her brow. Being alone in a room with a man already led to misunderstandings, and now with Old Mrs. Ford's meddling, even if they hadn't done anything, it might appear differently in everyone else's eyes.

"Now what?" Cynthia looked at Tristan with some difficulty.

Tristan lowered his gaze to look at her, and his thin lips curved slightly. "Since Grandma has such adult intentions, how can I disappoint her?"

Upon hearing this, Cynthia used both hands and feet to break free from Tristan's embrace. This man was indeed not holding back!

It wasn't that she refused to be in contact with Tristan; she just felt that their relationship was developing too rapidly. She wasn't fully prepared to give herself to him.

Tristan noticed Cynthia's attempt to escape and extended his long legs to press her down. Using both hands and feet, he completely confined her in his embrace, leaving her with no room to retreat.