It Really Is Him!

But Tristan pulled her back again. "Lie down properly."

A simple sentence, yet it carried an undeniable command, making it impossible to resist.

Then, Tristan used the internal line to call the help, instructing them to prepare some food and bring it over.

While waiting, Cynthia decided to ask a question that had been on her mind for a long time. "Have you been to Philadel?"

"I have," Tristan replied. "You've asked this question before."

His response now was the same as before.

What was different was that back then, Cynthia had just thought it was a coincidence, perhaps a kind of fate. But after the events of tonight, a new answer had formed in her heart.

Cynthia's heart raced uncontrollably, her fingertips slightly curled as she consciously controlled the pace of her breathing. "So, five years ago, when I was in training and accidentally stumbled into Philadel, involved in a chaotic battle, the man who protected me all night... was you, right?"