Destined Pair
The following morning, Cynthia Shannon casually picked a set of cream-colored suit attire.
She paired it with a white silk camisole on top and a knee-length pencil skirt on the bottom, exuding an innate charm through her elegance.
Her straight and slender legs were especially captivating as she walked.
“Miss. Shannon, good morning,” Joyce greeted Cynthia with a friendly smile on her face. “Mr. Ford is waiting for you in the dining room.”
Cynthia nodded lightly and headed straight for the dining room.
Tristan Ford put down his phone when he heard footsteps, slowly raising his gaze.
His expression briefly froze upon seeing Cynthia, but a faint smile emerged in his eyes.
“Let's eat first. I'll take you to the company later.”
“Sure.”
Cynthia sat down leisurely, her gaze drifting to the food on the table.
As expected, the dishes placed in front of her were all her favorites.