Bab 177: Boyfriend's Warmth

“Who upset you?” Tristan walked over, gently taking her hand. “Your hands are so cold.”

Observing Cynthia's despondent expression, he grasped her hand and slipped it into his pocket. His deep voice, icy in its warmth, resonated softly, “Let your boyfriend warm you up.”

Cynthia glanced at the man's profile, the corners of her lips twitching upward in a faint curve. Her tone, however, carried a hint of melancholy. “Would you mind escorting me back to Birkin Manor later?”

Tristan raised his hand to touch her face and agreed, “Of course.”

As they conversed, they exited the “Pasta Bar.”

At the doorstep, they coincidentally encountered Naomi and Marlo.

After Marlo bid farewell to Naomi and started his car, he caught sight of Cynthia from a distance. For a brief moment, he felt an odd sense of familiarity, but he couldn't recall where he might have seen her before. He didn't think much of it and dismissed the thought.