COMMENT
Chapter 154
It looked like Cynthia’s jeans were soaked halfway up, likely from crossing through the wet paths, and she was probably here to change clothes…
As she passed the flag, she glanced at it but didn’t think much of when she saw Abby coming out from that side. Without a second thought, Cynthia headed straight toward the men’s tent
Abby took this opportunity, to call out loudly in Cynthia’s direction, “Cynthia, are you here to change, too?” Her voice was loud enough for Jonathan to hear from inside the tent.
She was still stinging from being scolded by Jonathan, and now that she’d seen how irritated he was, she couldn’t wait to see Cynthia face his wrath as well. Maybe Jonathan would even be angry enough to kick Cynthia off the show.
Meanwhile, the live room chat was blowing up with comments.
[Why didn’t Abby warn Cynthia she’s going into the wrong tent?!
It’s obvious that Abby left with a sour face, Mr. Bennett must have given her a hard time.]
I thought Abby was innocent, but now it’s clearly intentional]
[Even if it wasn’t on purpose, the fact that Abby didn’t warn Cynthia shows her true colors.]
[Abby knows Cynthia will probably get kicked out too. She got rained on, so now she wants others to suffer too.]
[Is Abby obligated to help? There’s no rule saying you have to give someone else an umbrella just because you got wet. Stop the moral policing, okay? Cynthia can’t find her way around–that’s not Abby’s fault.]
[Abby’s fans are out of control, who are these people supporting her? Are they idiot?]
[You’re an idiot! Bet your whole family is too!]
The live chat quickly turned into a heated argument.
Cynthia had already stepped into the tent when she realized Jonathan was in the middle of changing. He wore a black short- sleeve shirt, entirely unbuttoned, revealing his perfectly defined chest muscles..
With his strikingly handsome face and damp hair, he looked entirely different from the composed, restrained presence he usually projected in the live room. To the viewers, he had an untouchable, almost godlike aura–so refined that even seeing him bare seemed sacrilegious.
But right now, he was anything but restrained. He had a relaxed almost roguish air that reminded Cynthia of her first encounter with him at the Dark Horse Club. This side of Jonathan was all too familiar to her. For the past three years, she’d often seen him like this–captivating, unpredictable, and undeniably alluring.
Cynthia frowned and said. “Did you get the wrong place, or did
Jonathan raised a brow, his voice playful and teasing, a far cry from the c closer, and I’ll let you know.”
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tone he usually maintained on camera. “Come
Cynthia hesitated, debating whether to leave immediately. But a sudden spark of curiosity held her back. Knowing Jonathan, he was definitely up to something, and she couldn’t help but wonder what.
Cynthia swept her hair back over her shoulder and approached him. “Alright, now that I’m here, care to explain why you’re
in this tent?”
Both tents were set up identically, with one side facing the ocean and the other three surrounded by jungle, making it hard
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to distinguish one fromthe other.
Cynthia had marked the tents with a small flag she’d made herself, so she still assumed Jonathan was the one who’d wandered into the wrong tent–whether intentionally or not, she wasn’t sure.
As Cynthia approached, Jonathan extended his hand suddenly. Give me your hand.”
Not knowing what he was up to, Cynthia hesitated. But curiosity got the better of her, and she placed her hand in his Jonathan gripped her hand firmly and pulled her closer, pressing her palm to somewhere unexpected.
Cynthia was shocked, nearly losing her composure. Jonathan had pulled her hand onto his abs. His face bore a mischievous smile as if trying to charm her. “Eight–pack abs, feel nice?”
The solid, warm sensation under Cynthia’s hand sent a jolt through her, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back But Jonathan held it firmly in place, his smile growing more teasing.
“Are you crazy, Jonathan?” Cynthia hissed, finally managing to yank her hand free. Her palm felt like on fire, and the heat spread up
her face, tinting her cheeks. She insisted it was anger. “You’re absolutely nuts.”
Cynthia knew she shouldn’t have let her curiosity get the better of her. She should have known better–nothing good ever came from playing along with Jonathan. Even when she thought she was ready for whatever he threw at her, he still managed to catch her off guard.
Jonathan noticed the blush on Cynthia’s cheeks, the brief flicker of panic in her eyes, and now her embarrassed irritation. His mood lifted. Slowly, he began buttoning his shirt. “You got a free feel–no charge–and you’re still complainingTMTM
Who’d want to touch you? I feel like I need to wash my hands, Cynthia shot back-
Jonathan’s playful smile turned cold. “But you didn’t seem to mind touching Preston.”
Cynthia finally realized what was behind his sudden behavior. Her hand on Preston’s head earlier had struck a nerve. She smirked. “What’s wrong with me patting Preston? He didn’t mind. But you? What are we to each other anyway? You’re acting like some guy off the street trying to sell himself.”
Jonathan’s expression darkened. “Is that really what you think of me, Cynthia? That I’m just cheap!”
Cynthia shrugged coldly. “Whether you’re cheap or not is none of my concern. We’re strangers now. So stop acting so out of line unless you want me to expose your little act in front of Nina
Cynthia’s tone was icy as she added, “Mr. Bennett, kindly keep your distance from now on.” With that, she decisively turned away.
She’d barely taken a few steps when Jonathan called after her. “Stay away from Preston. Neither I nor my sister would ever accept you as his girlfriend.”
Without looking back, Cynthia replied, “Who I choose to be with is none of your business.” She threw open the tent flap and strode out.
Jonathan, fuming with anger, grabbed a shirt from his suitcase and threw it onto the air mattress in frustration.
As Cynthia stepped out, she saw Abby standing by the other tent, watching her with a smug grin. Realizing what had happened, she walked over to the flag and noticed it had indeed been moved.
Abby’s cheap trick was obvious. Abby really had some nerve, using such a sloppy trick like no one in the live room would
catch on.
Seeing Cynthia’s frustrated expression, Abby couldn’t resist a jab. “Cynthia, why the sour face? Let me guess, you confessed to Jonathan and got turned down?”
