Embracing Her Waist
In his embrace, Naomi sobbed softly, “Joe, I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble again...”
“Don't say that.” Joe felt the slight trembling of the person in his arms, and his initial impulse to be stern was gradually overtaken by tenderness. He gently stroked her back, soothing her bit by bit. “She's just that kind of person, completely insensitive. In the future, when you see her, remember to keep your distance.”
Naomi obediently responded, “Okay.”
Hearing her answer, Joe's gaze involuntarily shifted toward Cynthia's retreating figure. At his side, Tristan reached out and encircled Cynthia's delicate waist.
As the two bent and entered the car, Tristan cast a deep gaze toward Joe, his lips curving up into a hint of provocation.
At that moment, Joe felt an undeniable discomfort and complexity, as if something that should have been his had been taken away right under his nose.
Even if it was something he didn't care about or want, it shouldn't have been touched by another man.