章 118: Seeking Solace

Cynthia Shannon widened her eyes in astonishment and struggled, “What do you want?”

Tristan Ford gazed at her, his eyes gradually descending until they landed on her lips, “Seeking solace.”

With those words, he fiercely kissed her lips.

The man's kiss was unlike his usual demeanor, dominating and forceful, leaving her no chance to catch her breath.

It carried a hint of indescribable annoyance, growing deeper with each passing moment.

Cynthia desperately controlled her breathing, until the air in her chest was nearly depleted, only then did the man reluctantly release her.

She tightly grasped the fabric of his shirt against his chest, her lips slightly parted as she took in deep breaths.

A vivid blush adorned her fair cheeks, and her almond-shaped eyes were misted with a layer of glistening dew, revealing a hint of allure amidst her disheveled appearance.

Tristan looked at her, his gaze growing even deeper and more profound, “The meeting may have to be postponed.”