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Cynthia was resting her head on Jonathan’s other arm, carefully serving the man in front of her. His skin was very smooth, and when he acted playfully, he really seemed like a carefree pretty boy. But when he got serious, that face highlighted an aloof grace.
Jonathan’s eyes were beautiful, deep and mysterious like the ocean at night. Every time she met his eyes, her heart couldn’t help but race. And then there were his lips, thin and tempting Cynthia gently traced the shape of his lips with her fingertip.
Jonathan woke up and immediately noticed Cynthia’s litle actions. She tried to pull her hand back, but he caught it and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “Why are you seducing me so early in the morning?” he teased.
Cynthia rolled her eyes. “Who’s seducing you?” she retorted.
Jonathan held her hand against his chin. “You were just touchingine
Cynthia replied nonchalantly. “Touching your lips counts?”
“Of course, it counts! Touching my lips for no reason, you must want to kiss me,” replied Jonathan
Cynthia derided to tease him, scratching his chin lightly. “I read a book that men with lips like yours. heartless”
Jonathan frowned. “What kind of nonsense are you reading?”
Cynthia smiled. “I don’t know, but that’s what the book said”
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Jonathan, not pleased, pulled Cynthia into his arms. Looks like didn’t try hard enough last night, making you doubt my sincerity”
Cynthia tried to block him. “Hey, Jonathan, cut it out. If you keep this up, I’ll bite you”
“Go ahead, bite right here, replied Jonathan.
She pouted “You jerk!”
They playfully laughed and wrestled on the bed until they slowly dragged themselves up around noon. They both took shower and changed into clean clothes. By the time they came out, it was already past twelve.
Cynthia felt a bit uneasy. After all, they were at the Bennett manor, and she was worried the older Bennetts might think she was being disrespectful.
Jonathan came out of the walk–in closet, buttoning up his shirt. He intentionally approached Cynthia and said, “Help me with this.”
As Cynthia buttoned up his shirt, she complained, “It’s all your fault. Now it’s already twelve–thirty, and they’ll think we’re just goofing around and not doing anything meaningful.
Jonathan chuckled and said, “Don’t worry. In our family, we don’t have any specific traditions for greetings or family meals. Unless there’s a reason, everyone tends to stay in their own space. Besides, both my second and third sisters went back last night, and they rarely stay overnight at the manor,”
Cynthia felt a bit relieved. Jonathan smiled mischievously, “Besides, they know we’re practically lovey–dovey and have such chemistry, so they definitely won’t come to bother us.”
Cynthia scoffed and said, “Who says we’re all lovey–dovey like that?” In Greenfield Villa, she wouldn’t think much of it, but here, in the Bennett home, it felt a bit awkward.
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Jonathan noticed the tips of Cynthia’s ears turning red, lifting his spirits. “Getting shy?” he teased.
Just as Cynthia fastened the last button, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Jonathan’s waist. He looked a bit surprised.
Cynthia tilted her head up with a smile, her eyes as clear as water, like a spring garden, and lips as inviting as blooming peach blossoms. She leaned in willingly to kiss him.
Jonathan was surprised but secretly pleased. Cynthia playfully pushed him onto the couch, straddling his waist and giving him a deep kiss.
As Jonathan was completely lost in the moment, defenseless, she suddenly stood up.
“You! We’ve done this a thousand times already! Shy? Yeah, righ With those words, Cynthia got up, tossed her wavy hair back, and turned around without hesitation, leaving Jonathan behind to catch his breath.
He shouted behind her, “Cynthia! Get back here! You can’t just leave like that!”
Cynthia waited outside for half an hour before the slow–moving Jonathan finally came out, having changed into a fresh outfit, casting a resentful glance her way.
Cynthia was in a good mood Tm hungry, let’s go grab something to eat.”
Jonathan was driving, with Cynthia in the passenger seat. It was care to see Jonathan in a sports car today. The car zoomed down the highway, the wind rushing past their ears. Cynthia felt a long–missed sense of freedom.
At this moment, they felt like birds breaking free from a cage, full of joy and freedom. But they both knew this freedom was only fleeting
Just last night, after Cynthia and Preston parted ways at the stairwell, Preston returned to his room. But as soon as he entered, he found Whitney sitting on the couch.
Preston’s eyes darkened. “What are you doing here?”
Whitney’s voice was cold and eerie. “You don’t even call me mom anymore? Is this how I raised you?”
“Neither of you taught me to be ruthless and heartless, hurting my own family for gain.” Preston replied, his heart heavy with emotion. He looked at Whitney intently
What hurt him the most wasn’t the crazy things Whitney had done. It was the complete lack of regret in her eyes now.
“Preston, enough. It’s none of your business to judge what I do. If you think I’ve done something wrong, go ahead and call the police on me,” said Whitney.
Preston looked at Whitney with increasing disappointment in his eyes. In the end, he didn’t want to argue with her anymore. “Please leave, I need to get some sleep.
Whitney, however, didn’t get up. “Thave something to tell you. After a moment of silence, Whitney spoke up, her voice
much softer.
“Actually, I never really planned to harm either Cynthia or Nina when they were trapped on the yacht. I just wanted to see how far your uncle would go for those two
“I didn’t expect Cynthia and Nina to jump off the yacht, and things turned out beyond my expectations.”
Whitney stood up, walked over to Preston, and patted his shoulder. “I know you really like Ms. Jones. She’s the one you love, how could I really let her die?”
Preston looked up at Whitney, a hint of confusion in his eyes. Whitney continued, “Look, I gave her that purse with rubies. I
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told you, it was the gift for my future daughter–in–law when we first meet.”
Preston was filled with confusion. “What do you really mean?”
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Whitney smiled at Preston, “Son, if you like Ms. Jones, go after her, I support you. She’s the most special woman I’ve ever met. I really like her too. She’s a good match for my son.”
Preston frowned deeply. After a moment, he spoke with a cold tone, “It’s because of that five percent share, isn’t it?”
