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Chapter 113
Cynthia straightened up and looked toward the door. Their eyes locked, and it felt as if time stood still. It had been over half a month since she last saw Jonathan after returning from Betric
When she saw Jonathan still composed, her voice remained calth and devoid of emotion, but it was also cold. “Aren’t you drunk?”
Jonathan stood straight at the door, his expression cool and his eyes clear. He did not look drunk at all. However, a hint of color on his cheeks, against his pale skin, made him oddly endearing
Jonathan walked in and glanced at the suitcase on the floor, his voice cold as he asked, “Where are you planning to move?”
Cynthia had never considered moving; she was just packing to go to Pillere tomorrow. However, she didn’t want to explain to Jonathan. “This has nothing to do with you.”
Cynthia ignored Jonathan and turned to enter the walk–in close continuing to pack her clothes. As she stepped out, she bumped directly into Jonathan’s chest.
Jonathan stood at the doorway like a mountain, his gaze heavy as he looked at her. Cynthia then realized that this man had indeed been drinking quite a lot. The strong scent of alcohol surrounded him.
Cynthia couldn’t help but lean in to take a whiff, then wrinkled her nose. “How much tequila did you drink?”
Jonathan looked down at Cynthia, wrinkling her nose and sniffing at his chest like a little puppy. He felt a surge of emotion that he couldn’t resist. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but in the next moment, he cupped her face and kissed her passionately,
The moment their lips met, Jonathan’s body shivered. Although he had touched her countless times before, each instance felt like a deep and overwhelming experience.
He craved her warmth and her scent like a deeply addictive drug. Once he experienced it, he could never let it go.
In contrast to Jonathan’s immersion, Cynthia remained indifferent. It wasn’t that she didn’t miss him. She longed for his presence, too, but she always maintained clarity. Jonathan, do you know what you’re doing right now?”
Cynthia restrained her emotions so her voice came out calm and unruffled.
Jonathan seemed quite dissatisfied. Her clear, beautiful eyes stirred something deep within him. Without hesitation, he lifted Cynthia and, in the next moment, pressed her down onto the soft bed and showered her with constant kisses.
Jonathan kissed her hard. His lips trailed from her mouth to her car. Cynthia’s earlobe was particularly sensitive. In the past, just kissing there would evoke strong feelings in her. He was trying his best to please her.
In the past, this approach had worked well on Cynthia. But now, as she lay on the bed, she neither resisted nor accepted it Instead, she looked at the man before her with cold eyes.
Seeing her unresponsive, he propped himself up on his arms to meet her gaze. They were so close that their noses almost touched, their breaths mingling in the air.
Cynthia could smell the strong scent of tequila on him, but it couldn’t mask his unique, cool fragrance. It was something like sandalwood mixed with a hint of wild orchids from the forest. This scent was what captivated her the most. It always made her feel at ease.
Cynthia almost lost her composure but quickly regained her clarity after a brief moment of hesitation. “Jonathan, get up Her voice was cold and icy, filled with warning.
Jonathan remained unmoved, propping himself up and gazing at her. His eyes were dark and deep, like a calm sea under the night sky. Yet beneath the surface, there was a current stirring as if it could unleash a tempest at any moment, threatening to
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Of course. Jonathan didn’t get up. He kissed her again. This time it was even more intense than before. His big hand had reached into her clothes and wandered around her waist unceremoniously.
“Jonathan, let me go. Cynthia’s voice was pushed to the limit, chillingly cold. Her entire body felt tense and rigid.
However, Jonathan didn’t seem to hear her words and kissed harder. A hand even pinched her breast aggressively.
“Ouch!” A sharp cry of pain broke the silence in the air.
Jonathan instantly sat up on the edge of the bed, one hand covering his forehead. His gaze was a mix of shock and regret as he stared at Cynthia, who was still lying down but now holding a small table lamp in her hand.
She had hit him on the head with the lamp!
In the heat of the moment, Cynthia actually hit his head with a lamp!
Jonathan could feel the pain throbbing in his forehead.
Cynthia calmly sat up, gracefully placing the lamp back on the nightstand. Propping herself up with one arm, she lightly tossed her naturally wavy hair. Her voice was enticing as she asked, “Are you sober now?”
“You actually hit me!” Jonathan’s eyes were regretful. He resembled a dog with its tail caught. He looked pitiful, frustrated but unable to express it.
Who told you to act like a rogue?” Cynthia replied nonchalantly as if it were no big deal at all.
“You actually hit me!” Jonathan repeated, still incredulous, as he looked at Cynthia. What puzzled him was that despite his efforts, even he had completely succumbed. How could Cynthia remain so composed:
“It was just a light hit. What’s the big deal? Call Claude and have him take you to the hospital,” Cynthia said, noticing the blood seeping through Jonathan’s fingers.
In reality, she had controlled her strength when she hit him. It looked serious, but it was just a scratch, likely to bleed slightly, Plus, it was on the side of his forehead, hidden in his hair. So, it wouldn’t leave a scar on his handsome face. She knew how to measure her actions.
“You actually hit me…” Jonathan’s voice grew weaker, his earlier regret and shock now replaced by confusion and sadness in his eyes.
Cynthia sighed. Now, he looked even more like a lost puppy, like a little white dog abandoned and left on the streets. “Okay. okay, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have hit you. I’ll call Claude, okay?”
When Claude arrived, he found Jonathan disheveled, sitting on the couch with a vacant stare and a sorrowful expression. Jonathan’s forehead was injured, red and swollen, with blood still trickling down
Claude was startled and quickly rushed into the room. “Mr. Bennett, what happened to you?”
Jonathan remained silent, looking utterly lost. The well–known tycoon in Betrico looked like he was on the verge of tears.
Claude asked Cynthia directly, “What happened to Mr. Bennett?
“It’s nothing. He just got hit on the head by a lamp,” Cynthia said casually, “But don’t worry, I didn’t really hurt him. I used just the right force. He’s dazed but not damaged.”
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