For a long time, Cynthia said, "Before I met you, I always thought I was unlucky. Now I realize that all the misfortunes and hardships were meant to lead me to you."
In an instant, the blood throughout Tristan's body seemed to freeze. It wasn't until a peculiar warmth flowed from the depths of Tristan's heart to his limbs that he regained awareness. However, his heart uncontrollably accelerated.
"Say that again," Tristan stared at Cynthia with intense eyes.
Cynthia refused to say it again. She preferred the weighty love that resided silently in her heart rather than spoken declarations of love.
Not giving up, Tristan cradled her face and kissed her fiercely. "Cynthia, say it again for me."
He behaved like an affectionate golden retriever, nuzzling against Cynthia's neck. Max Ginger, sitting in front, found the scene uncomfortable! If this got out, his entire reputation would be ruined in an instant!
"Tristan, sit properly," Cynthia couldn't stand Tristan's persistent behavior.