Chapter 55 Are You Cressida Ashworth
Cressida was leaning in the arms of the person who had caught her. She used all her might to open her eyes, but her vision was blurry.
Before she caught a clear view of who that person was, something sweet was stuffed into her mouth. The candy melted in her mouth, spreading the sweetness down her tongue and dispelling the dizziness that made her feel suffocated.
At last, Cressida's foggy mind became a little clearer. She looked up and saw that the person supporting her was Tristan.
He wasn't wearing a white coat that day. He just had a simple white shirt on. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, leaving his muscly forearm exposed.
"Thank you," she murmured.
She balanced herself and wanted to leave his arms, feeling a little embarrassed. However, Tristan didn't let her go. He tightened his arm that was around her waist instead.
He had no expression on his face, but he sounded like he was reprimanding her as he said, "Cressida, do you think your body is made of steel?"
His qu

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