Chapter 34 Why Should I Believe You
Cynthia lowered her head, unable to face the shame and humiliation of telling Colin what had just happened. She knew he must have guessed what possibly had transpired. He clarly did not come here for a walk.
She tumed to look out the window, trying hard not to let any ounce of emotion slip into her voice. “Mr. Smith was drunk”
Not far away, someone approached and knocked on the car window Cynthia lowered it, and the water bent down to confirm the person in the driver’s seat before handing over a box of medicine and a cotton swab. “Hello, this is the ointment Mr. Jenkins requested.”
Cynthia took it and said, “Thank you”
Colin remained silent as he started the car.
Cynthia held the medicine while thanking the waiter again. The car didn’t head to the Jenkins residence but instead to Colin’s place.
Cynthia did not have her phone with her. It was rather inconvenient. She called out, “Colin.”
colin pulled the car key out and raised an eyebrow. He looked cold, glancing at her simtly.
“Can I borrow your phone, please?” Cynthia asked.
Colin didn’t hesitate and said, “I don’t have Bean’s number.”
Cynthia was going to say she had it memorized, but it was clear he was refusing without question.
He opened the car door for her and said, “Get out. Consider that a work–related injury”
Cynthia’s ankle burt terribly, so she took off her high heels. It was much easier to walk barefoot
“I can walk by myself,” she said.
Colin, hands in his pockets, clearly had no intention of being kind.
Cynthia followed him inside. Having been here twice before, she wasn’t unfamiliar with the place. She sat on the living room carpet to apply the ointment.
They say muscle and bone injuries take around a hundred days to heal. She wondered if she should go to the hospital tomorrow for an X–ray, as the pain was unbearable.
Colin poured a glass of water and sat across from her, absentmindedly flipping his phone around, looking like he was simply observing her misery.
The phone rang, and he put it on speaker, placing it on the coffee table
On the other end of the phone, William’s apologetic voice came through. There was nobody to translate for him, so he spoke in whatever basic Anglish he knew. “Mr. Jenkins?1 heard from the reception that you came. Why didn’t you tell me? Did you leave already?”
Colin’s face was cold as ice. “Yes. I went over to pick someone up.”
oh, you must be here for Ms. Sutton. Is she okay? It seems there was a misunderstanding today. I think I should clarity it with you. If I’ve offended Ms. Sutton, I’d like to apologize
“You have,” said Colin
William continued, “Is Ms. Sutton there with you? Would it be possible for me to speak with her? I just wanted to invite her for a drink to thank her for her efforts today and for introducing me to Mr. Shears. I really wanted to show my appreciation.”
Cynthia heard every word clearly and felt a sharp gaze across her. She slowly raised her head after applying the ointment, holding a cotton swab with a tissue wrapped around it
Willian kept going, “Would it be alright it we sign the contract over breakfast tomorrow? I really want to make things right for the misunderstanding today. Please bring Ms. Sutton with you.”
Colin then hung up the phone
was overwhelming.
The silence felt suffocating Colin crossed his arms. The intensity in his gaze was
“Brian was the one who accompanied me there. We happened to run into Mr. Smith, had dinner together, and Cynthia stated the facts truthfully. “It was William who recognized Brian and extended the invitation. Not the other way around,” she carefully corrected
Colin asked, “is that so?
Cynthia stood her gaze. “Yes.”
“Why should I believe you?
