Embracing You in Marriage and Bringing You Home!
His gaze upon her was like a gentle whirlpool as if he wished to drown her within its depths.
Cynthia had never considered herself one who was captivated by beauty, but in the presence of Tristan, she felt the need to reflect upon herself and reassess her perceptions.
Why did she always find herself unable to resist his temptations?
Taking a deep breath, she withdrew her hand firmly and declared, “It is not permissible!”
Hearing the resoluteness in her words, disappointment tainted Tristan's pitch-black eyes.
He pinched her face with a hint of annoyance, then rose and left.
His furrowed brow and tense jawline revealed his displeasure, though his expression remained composed.
It was enough to discern his inner turmoil.
Cynthia grasped his wrist and stood up, leaning against his embrace.
With her slender fingers, she playfully tapped his tightly clenched jawline and a smile graced her crimson lips.