章 87: Betting It All

Without fancy words or sweet talk, there was just a simple sentence: "Be my woman."

At that moment, for some unknown reason, Cynthia Shannon felt a sincere warmth.

She even wondered if there was someone in this world, other than Tristan Ford, who was willing to embrace and protect her.

Would there be someone who would say to her, "You do what you want, and I'll bear the consequences"?

Would there be someone who would say, "I'm willing to submit to you and be your most loyal follower"?

He never cared about his coldness and sensitivity.

Even if she was covered in thorns filled with hostility, he was always willing to open his arms.

"I have trouble adapting to your pace," Cynthia voiced her opinion, and Tristan pursued, "Then tell me, what pace should it be?"

Cynthia was rendered speechless by the question.

At that moment, Joyce knocked on the door from outside. "Miss. Shannon, the meal is ready."

Cynthia turned her gaze to Tristan and said lightly, "I'm hungry."