Like an Opened Pandora's Box...

Cynthia looked at the ring on her hand in astonishment. The chilly sensation made her heart uncontrollably accelerate.

"Getting married now is indeed too hasty," Tristan's cold voice suddenly sounded.

Cynthia looked up at him. Tristan had one hand in his pocket, walking slowly towards her. "But to prevent others from coveting you, I still need to put my label on you."

"And what does this count as? A proposal?" She raised her hand, shaking it.

"Do you agree?"

"Does it matter if I agree or not?" Cynthia looked at him helplessly. "You didn't even give me a chance to refuse; you just put the ring on my finger."

Tristan reached out and embraced her, "Blame it on your beauty."

He knew Cynthia had always wanted a sense of ceremony, and he was willing to indulge her. But Zack's appearance yesterday had made him feel uneasy, forcing him to resort to this last resort.