About to Unleash a Storm
In the midst of their kiss, Cynthia murmured, "Don't you like the other gifts I prepared for you?"
"It's not the same." Tristan's fingers caressed her face, his deep eyes full of indescribable tenderness. "You are unique in this world. Everything else can be replaced, but not you."
The dim light, the fragrant roses, all served to ignite the heated atmosphere. The passionate kiss was like a drug, making them lose themselves in it.
Until there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Brother Tristan, Tristan—" Jimbo's voice called from outside, knocking persistently.
The kiss-clouded Cynthia snapped back to reality, her eyes clearing. "Someone's here."
"Ignore it," Tristan said coldly.
Without another word, he lifted Cynthia and headed straight for the bedroom.
But the knocking persisted, insistent and unyielding.
Seeing no response, Jimbo mumbled, "Gone to bed already? That can't be! Shouldn't they be, well, enjoying the moment?"
Sean glared at him.