In This Lifetime, I'm Determining You!
Cynthia Shannon's gaze towards Tristan Ford contained a hint of hidden inquiry and scrutiny. What exactly was this man's identity?
Tristan sat upright in his chair, the collar of his shirt slightly open, revealing the contour of his collarbone. Compared to his usual cold and restrained demeanor, there was now a touch of fierce wildness and uninhibitedness.
The warm light spilled onto him, softening the chilling and intimidating aura surrounding him. His eyelashes lowered, and the corners of his lips curved with a faint, subtle arc. He calmly carried out each step of brewing tea, and when he pushed a cup of tea in front of Cynthia, his deep, magnetic voice sounded, "When are you being discharged?"
Cynthia picked up the tea cup in front of her, took a sip, and the mellow and sweet tea fragrance faded in her mouth. She calmly replied, "Tomorrow."
"I'll accompany you tomorrow," Tristan's voice maintained its usual low and cold tone, exuding an unassailable dominance in his words.