Take Responsibility for Me
Before Cynthia Shannon could raise her gaze, the man's hand fell on her head, carefully pulling her into his embrace. "Stay with me."
It was just a simple action, but it made Cynthia's heart skip a beat for no apparent reason.
"I'm afraid that staying here will disturb you..."
"But you have already disturbed my mind and thrown me off balance. You have to take responsibility for me." His low voice slowly wrapped around her ears, carrying a hint of seductive magnetism that made her ears tingle and her cheeks unconsciously heat up.
Cynthia tilted her head, avoiding his hand. "Then rest well for now. Continue working after the fever subsides."
Tristan looked at her with lowered eyes, a smile of indulgence tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Alright, I'll listen to my girlfriend."
"Then you should sleep first. I'll stay here with you."