Who Is Protecting Cynthia !
Cynthia's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she instantly realized that he had sensed her inner sensitivity. He chose to tell her his feelings in the most straightforward way—comforting and a blatant confession.
Cynthia looked at him and reached out, caressing his face. The two were close, and their figures reflected in each other's eyes.
Cynthia's heart uncontrollably accelerated, and suddenly, her lips curved into a bright arc. "Tristan, I love you too."
A simple sentence, yet it made Tristan's entire body boil with excitement. He tightened his grip on Cynthia's arm. "If you keep talking, you won't be able to sleep tonight."
Cynthia smiled gently, "Good night."
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Zero Cafe.
Joe deliberately chose a seat near the bed. The location provided a broad view, convenient for observing pedestrians and allowing the detective to see him.
Before long, a man wearing a duckbill cap walked in. He cautiously scanned the surroundings before approaching Joe. "Mr. Louise."