Sooner or Later, You Belong to Me
Cynthia Shannon, "..."
She had nothing to say, but glared at him with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.
"As long as it's something Cynthia likes, I will satisfy her."
"You..." Cynthia opened her mouth, but it turned into a helpless sigh. "Forget it, as long as you're happy."
Upon hearing her words, Tristan's lips curved with a pleased smile. "I arrived late before and couldn't spend every moment with you, but from now on, I'm willing to spend the rest of my life with you."
"Tristan, I haven't agreed yet."
"I know." Tristan lowered his gaze, staring at the delicate face of the woman. The faint blush on her fair cheeks was still visible. "But you belong to me, sooner or later."
With a simple sentence, Cynthia felt the arrogant possessiveness underlying his words.
A hint of shyness crossed her face as she pushed the man in front of her away, hurriedly said "goodnight," and walked away without looking back.