A Gaze As Bright As a Torch Falls Directly on...

As the two were preparing to board the car, a silver BMW 8 Series smoothly stopped in front of them. The car window rolled down slowly, revealing Tristan's exquisitely handsome and indifferent face, akin to a finely detailed painting. In the lingering light of the setting sun, a faint golden hue graced the side of his face, resembling an untouchable deity.

Naomi, who had just stepped out of the car, couldn't help but feel a ripple in her heart when she saw Tristan's face. In this world, there existed a man so beautifully alive. Tristan, however, did not notice Naomi at all. His gaze swept past the crowd, eventually landing on Cynthia. A fleeting glint of coldness appeared in his eyes, but he revealed a gentle smile. "Finished with your tasks?"

Cynthia nodded.

At this moment, Tristan opened the car door and stepped out. He naturally hooked his arm around Cynthia's slender waist. "What would you like to eat tonight? French, Italian, or kaiseki cuisine?"