But in His Eyes, There's Nothing but Indulgence and Affection

The sudden embrace took Cynthia completely by surprise, and she wasn't prepared for it at all. The familiar scent enveloped her, and a ripple of emotions stirred deep within her heart. Her fingertips instinctively curled, and her hands, hanging by her sides, quietly clenched into fists.

After a brief pause, Tristan's cold voice sounded softly in her ear. "I'm sorry..."

His voice was soft, but it made Cynthia's heart tighten, as if something were pulling at her chest, making it hard to breathe.

This was the second time he had apologized today, but Cynthia could sense that this time, his apology felt even more humbling than before.

His background and upbringing had placed him in a position of power, one that demanded respect, and every action and word of his radiated the authority of someone used to issuing commands. Yet, time and again, he lowered his proud head in front of Cynthia.