The Connection From the Depths of the Soul

His dark eyes locked onto her without a blink. Slowly leaning down, his lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "I was truly scared when my fiancée suddenly went missing."

His deep, alluring voice had a seductive quality, making Cynthia's heartbeat irregular. Cynthia's fingers slightly curled, but she pretended to be clueless. "So?"

"Isn't it clear enough?" Tristan's brows raised slightly, and his hand on her waist tightened, suggesting a pressing manner.

Cynthia blinked, her clear almond eyes, pure black and white, holding an innocent look. It seemed to say, "What are you talking about? I don't understand a word."

Tristan's eyes narrowed as he pulled her into a tight embrace. Pressing against her, he leaned closer, his lips near her ear as he murmured, "I need psychological support too, preferably one that resonates from the depths of the soul."