Miss Shannon is Absolutely Fearless!

Cynthia rolled her eyes. "What do you think?"

She faintly heard a firm set of footsteps approaching from outside the door. As the footsteps became clearer, the door to the lounge was pushed open. Tristan walked in holding his phone. "Are you upset?"

"If it were you, being left hanging for more than half an hour without any reason, would you be happy?" Cynthia retorted, looking displeased.

She had initially worried that Tristan might be angry about yesterday's incident, so she came to cheer him up. Unexpectedly, it ended up with her getting angry instead.

"Since you're busy and have no time, I'll leave first and not disturb you." Cynthia stood up and headed towards the door.

However, just as she took a couple of steps outside, her waist suddenly tightened, and Tristan pulled her back into his arms.

Caught off guard, Cynthia stumbled into the man's embrace, distinctly smelling a fragrance on him. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she struggled with her hands on his chest.