Cynthia picked up the cup of water, taking a delicate sip while blinking up at him. Her innocent, wide-eyed expression seemed to say, "I don't understand what you're saying."
Seeing her like this, Tristan's smile deepened. His dark, deep-set eyes held an endless affection and indulgence.
Cynthia sipped her water slowly, feeling Tristan's gaze on her even without looking up. His sharp, heated stare was impossible to ignore.
She set the cup down, picked up a fork, and tasted a piece of cake, finding it sweet yet not overly rich. Then, she held a small piece of cake to Tristan's lips.
He opened his mouth to eat it, the sweet flavor bursting on his palate, causing his brow to furrow slightly. "You don't like it?" Cynthia asked, taking a bite herself, cream smudging her red lips.