Trembling Under His Love
Cynthia wasn't idle in her room either. She had Jacob investigate the surrounding surveillance, and unsurprisingly, they found nothing.
"Cynthia, where are you now?" Jacob asked in a serious tone.
Cynthia tapped her phone with her fingertips. "Santal Palace."
Jacob suddenly lost his composure. "You're with Tristan?! Are you living together?!"
"Lower your voice," Cynthia extended a finger, tapping her ear. "You could say we're living together. The apartment is not safe, so I'm staying here temporarily."
Jacob couldn't help but grumble, "Nonsense. I think he's more unsafe than anyone else."
Cynthia helplessly tugged at her lips. "Don't worry; I'll be fine."
"Cynthia, theoretically, some things shouldn't be said by me as your brother. Still, I have to remind you," Jacob paused for a moment, stammering, "You have the freedom to have sex, but you must take measures to protect yourself!"
"Cynthia..."
How should she respond to this sentence?