Bab 337: Stay Here with Me

He vaguely felt the woman standing on tiptoe was a bit strenuous, so he bent down slightly, simultaneously extending his palm, naturally landing it on her delicate and slender waist. "Take it slow, no rush."

At the moment his palm touched her, Cynthia's body instantly tensed. Coincidentally, the tie was now properly done. She straightened the tie, letting out a slight sigh of relief, "There we go."

As she finished speaking, she bent down, attempting to escape from Tristan's embrace. However, Tristan seemed to have anticipated it. Just as she was about to escape, he reached around from behind and encircled her waist, pressing his chest firmly against her back.

"Sorry for making you upset," the man's muffled voice resonated in her ear.

Cynthia's stiff voice gradually relaxed. She slowly turned around, facing him directly. "Tristan, the one who should apologize is not you."

Her expression was calm, but her almond eyes revealed an unhideable sense of guilt.