Insolent Scoundrel Disgracing the Family!

Cynthia walked towards the private room and encountered Tristan at the entrance. She was slightly surprised, "Why are you coming out?"

"Don't trust you." Tristan approached and naturally took her hand.

Cynthia smirked, "Just going to the restroom, there's nothing to worry about. I'm not a three-year-old child."

After entering the private room, Tristan suddenly pressed her against the door. He lowered his gaze, staring deeply into her pitch-black eyes. His hand gently caressed her cheek, and a sigh of helplessness echoed in his deep, cold voice, "But you're not happy."

Cynthia stared at him for a moment without blinking, and suddenly, a playful smile appeared on her red lips. There was a glimmer of fluorescence in her deep apricot eyes. "Tristan, you're really strange..."

He never asked to dig into the details of what happened, but always managed to see through her emotions, easily revealing her true feelings at the moment.