Must Annul the Marriage!

Cynthia bit her lower lip slightly, looking at him with a pitiful expression. "I really can't hold on much longer... My hand feels like it's about to break."

Tristan lowered his eyes to look at her. Her clear apricot eyes were misty, revealing a hint of innocence. The slightly raised corners of her eyes drew a perfect curve, adding a touch of charm.

Tristan's eyes darkened, filled with intense desire and addiction. He bent down to kiss her lips. "Let's change the location."

Cynthia asked, "???"

Before she could react, everything spun around, and her face was forcefully buried in the pillow.

After a while, the hot ambiguity in the room finally calmed down. Cynthia, already exhausted, let Tristan carry her into the bathroom.

The next morning, Cynthia received a call from her eldest uncle, Henry. "Cynthia, your mother's ashes have been found."

Cynthia replied, "When will we reinter them?"