Heed My Advice, Don't Tread This Murky Water

As the car door opened, Tristan stepped out first, followed closely by Cynthia. This time, however, Tristan didn't hold Cynthia's hand but walked ahead with his hands in his pockets. Seeing his retreating figure, Cynthia realized he had deliberately left enough space for her to have a private conversation with Bald Eagle.

Bald Eagle glanced at Tristan's departing back and then moved to Cynthia's side. "Did you two have a fight?" His tone was laced with barely concealed glee.

Cynthia raised an eyebrow and gave him a wry smile. "It seems you're rather eager about it."

"Am I?" Bald Eagle felt a pang of guilt under her gaze and looked away.

Cynthia didn't reply but tilted her head toward the garden. "Let's talk over there."

"Why the secrecy? Can't you say it in front of your man?" Bald Eagle fiddled with the lighter in his hand.