Never Marry Him!
After dinner, Cynthia and Tristan held hands and left the restaurant, returning to Birkin Manor. The night was perfect, with a pleasant temperature. Tristan unfastened his seatbelt and turned to Cynthia, "Want to take a stroll downstairs together?"
Looking at the crescent moon hanging in the night sky, Cynthia's heart stirred. She glanced at Tristan and asked, "Can I refuse?"
Tristan raised his lips and pulled her into his arms without warning. With a 'click,' the seatbelt echoed, and Tristan's cold voice followed, "I'm afraid you can't."
Under the moonlight, the shadows of the two holding hands while walking elongated on the cobblestone floor, creating a sense of mutual dependence.
"How about watching a movie together tonight?" Tristan suddenly spoke.
Cynthia looked at him in confusion. "How did we end up discussing this out of nowhere?"
"Pursuit, confirming the relationship, dating, proposing, engagement, marriage," Tristan said. "Isn't this the right process?"
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