Long-Planned Scheme
Tristan Ford raised his hand and brushed away the stray hair from her ear, his thumb gently caressing her cheek, playfully rubbing her lips with a hint of suggestion.
Restless desire and addiction surged in his bottomless black eyes.
Cynthia Shannon couldn't help but roll her eyes.
“Tristan, can't you think of something else for once? Always fixated on kissing, shameless!”
“At this stage, it's all I can think of,” Tristan cradled her face, leaning down to kiss her forehead with devout tenderness as if wanting to infuse all his gentleness into that one touch.
In the next moment, he uttered a shocking statement, “Cynthia, marry me!”
“Tristan, you're going too far!”
Cynthia angrily broke free from his embrace, stood up, and walked towards the office desk.
“From the moment we met to establish a relationship, it hasn't even been a month. And now you're delusional about marrying me?!”
“It's not delusion,” Tristan said.
He knew in his heart that he loved Cynthia.