Took Half My Life Away

This passionate love-making continued well into the night.

Cynthia's body was sore and weak, not even lifting a finger. She simply let Tristan carry her into the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Tristan carried her out of the bathroom.

Cynthia was wrapped in a towel, snuggling into his embrace.

Tristan took out a blow dryer, his fingers running through her soft hair, slowly drying her long locks.

"Tomorrow, Miley will leave for River Springs with you," he said in a neutral tone, but his words were undeniably authoritative, leaving no room for rebuttal.

Cynthia lazily lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, responding indifferently, "Okay."

She leaned against his chest, her fingertips playing with a strand of hair hanging in front of her, oblivious to the increasingly burning gaze Tristan directed at her.

It wasn't until the sound of the blow dryer suddenly stopped that she lifted her eyelids again.

She was unprepared, and her gaze collided with his dark, bottomless eyes.