I Won't Let You Cry

Cynthia shoved Tristan away, walking out of the elevator with an expression as usual.

Unfortunately, her legs gave way, and she stumbled. Luckily, Tristan was quick and caught her by the waist.

The warmth of his palm on Cynthia's waist made her feel as if she were being burned.

Cynthia glanced sideways at him.

Tristan's black eyes were deep and dark, filled with a dangerous desire. He slightly leaned forward, his cold, hoarse voice ringing in Cynthia's ear, "Why did you kiss me just now?"

Cynthia, "..."

She pressed her lips together, "Don't you know in your heart?"

Tristan, planning to carry on with his pretense of not knowing, simply shook his head, "I don't know."

Cynthia was momentarily speechless. She glared at him, "If you don't know, then forget it."

With that, she shook off his hand and walked straight toward the car.