Chapter 139
As Preston looked up, he saw Cynthia walking out. He quickly headed over to her.
“Cynthia… his voice carried a hint of caution, not as cheerful as usual.
“Mr. Sullivan, is there something you need?” Cynthia’s tone was neutral, just like when Claude and the others talked to her. But being called “Mr. Sullivan made him feel uncomfortable.
“Cynthia, are you still mad at me?” asked Preston..
“Can I apologize to you? I shouldn’t have kept my identity a secret, and I shouldn’t have deceived you. Cynthia, I hid my identity because it’s special. If I told everyone I met that I’m Preston, they’d either try to get close to me because of my status or avoid me out of fear.
“Cynthia, I never meant to deceive you. I just wanted to make a genuine friend, someone who likes me for who I am- Preston–not because of my last name or because my mom is Whitney.
“Cynthia, I didn’t deliberately pretend to be poor to trick you. When I was in Friyx, I really was broke. My mom took away my ID and stopped my cards because I was rebellious. I had to use a fake identity to work odd jobs that paid very little.
“When I came back, I used the money I’d been saving for a long time to get legal papers. I was penniless when I returned. 1 truly didn’t mean to deceive you.”
Cynthia looked at the young man in front of her. When she first met him, his smile was bright and warm. Now, his eyes were still clear and sincere, but they seemed to be covered by a gloomy cloud,
In the end, Cynthia couldn’t help but feel compassion. She knew Preston didn’t deceive her on purpose. Her change in attitude wasn’t because he hid his true identity–it was because his identity was too complicated, and it gave her a lot to worry about.
Cynthia had always said she wouldn’t get involved in the game. She was determined not to entangle herself with the Bennett family’s business. She had made a clean break from Jonathan. But inevitably, she ran into Preston, Whitney’s own son.
Cynthia couldn’t imagine the chaos that would arise if Whitney found out that her son had been staying at her house all this time. It would be a never–ending swirl of drama and trouble.
Cynthia sighed, ‘Preston, I’m really not upset with you, truly.”
Hearing Cynthia call his name again brought a sparkle to Preston’s eyes. “Really? Cynthia, does that mean 1 can move to Splendid Garden?”
“No.” Cynthia bluntly refused.
Preston’s eyelids drooped like a scolded puppy. “You’re still mad at me.”
“Preston, I recently went to Betrico and met your mother. She didn’t seem to like me. If she finds out we’re friends, especially that you came all the way from Friyx to see me, she’ll think I have hidden motives. I don’t want Ms. Bennett to have such misunderstandings,” replied Cynthia.
Preston was a bit surprised. “You’ve met my mother?”
“Yes, so, Preston–don’t dislike you or anything, and I’m not mad at you. I think you’re a really nice person, but I’m not going to be friends with you because I’m selfish. I won’t risk offending your mother because of you.
“Besides, we’ve only known each other for a few days. It’s not like we have a deep bond, so ending things both of us Cynthia’s honesty left Preston a bit taken aback.
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Is it just because of my mother that you’re looking down on me Just because I was born into the Bennett family, do I not deserve genuine friendships?” Preston’s tone was slightly hurt,
“You do have that right, but you should look for friends who are on your social level, not trying to find a diamond in the rough. It’s not that we look down on ourselves, but ordinary people like us can’t afford to offend someone as powerful as your mother. Keeping a low profile isn’t wrong,” said Cynthia.
Preston tried to persuade her. “My mom isn’t a demon. I don’t believe she would interfere if I made a friend.”
“She might not be with others, but she definitely would with me If you don’t believe it, go ask your mom,” said Cynthia in a peaceful tone.
With that, Cynthia didn’t say more. She walked over to Preston patted him on the shoulder, and said, “Fate is fair. Being born into such a wealthy family gives you what most people can only dream of, but it comes with its price.
“My advice is to relax and enjoy your life as a rich kid. Stop obsessing over things that are hard to get, like so–called true love. Maybe it doesn’t even exist–parents abandon kids, couples become enemies, and people’s hearts change. Nothing is really real in this world.
“I’m a practical person and not worth your trouble. Meeting was destiny, but when it’s over, let’s part calmly. Preston, take
care.
After saying this, Cynthia turned to leave. Preston stood there, seemingly lost in thought over what Cynthia bad said.
Cynthia went to the parking lot and quickly drove out. As she was passing the TV station entrance, Preston seemed to finally realize what was happening.
He ran over and stopped right in front of Cynthia’s car.
Fortunately, Cynthia reacted quickly and slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding hitting him. But she was shaken and, unusually for her, couldn’t hold back the anger bubbling inside her.
With a loud bang, Cynthia threw open the car door and marched up to Preston. Without hesitating, she slapped him across the face. “Preston, are you trying to get yourself killed? How many lives do you think you have to block cars in the street like
that?
“Do you really think I couldn’t hit the gas and send you straight to the ICU? Are you even using your brain? How about thinking before you act? If you’re looking for trouble, don’t drag me into it or mess up my cart”
Cynthia was really angry. She slapped Preston earlier, though she didn’t hit him hard. It was meant to teach him a lesson. It’s normal for young people to be impulsive, but risking one’s life is just plain stupid.
If she had been distracted or startled just now, they might have crashed. Looking back, Cynthia still felt a residual fear. After being scolded, Preston felt a bit confused. He really hadn’t thought it through. He just wanted to say something to her. feeling it might be his only chance.
Preston stood in front of Cynthia, looking very upset, with tears almost spilling from his eyes. “Cynthia, I like you!”
“It doesn’t matter if you like me, I’ll still yell at you!” Cynthia was still mad. But then she suddenly realized, “Wait, what did you say?”
With a pitiful expression, Preston said, “Cynthia, I’ve liked you since I first saw you. Ever since you left for Friyx, I think about you all the time. I came here for you, Cynthia. I’m not just looking to be friends; I want to be your boyfriend.”
