This Man Always Takes Advantage When Unprepared!
Yvonne stood there in shock, her mouth slightly agape, and her pupils trembling intensely. She stared at Tristan in disbelief.
"Sir, everything is ready," Max Ginger passed by Yvonne, a hint of undisguised disdain in his eyes.
Tristan nodded slightly, his arm wrapped around Cynthia's slender waist. "Had enough fun?"
His calm tone concealed a tenderness that few had ever experienced. Cynthia blinked and turned to look at Yvonne. "This gentleman has unique tastes. He won't appreciate ordinary vulgarity. I advise Miss Louise to give up!"
Yvonne, furious and embarrassed, retorted, "Who are you scolding!"
"Of course, it's you," Cynthia's gentle gaze gradually cooled, and a mocking smile played on her lips. "Or does Miss Louise prefer not-so-gentle advice and enjoys the taste of being slapped?"
Sensing the woman's cooling demeanor, Tristan leaned slightly, his thin lips brushing against her temple as he kissed her gently. "Why waste time on her?"