Chapter 2 An Accident
“Is this what Brian taught you?” Colin asked coldly, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. Beneath it, his skin was marked with fresh, glaring bite marks.
It had obviously been left by a woman. To be more precise, it was Cynthia’s doing.
Cynthia’s heart leaped into her throat. Was Colin here to settle scores with her?
“I…” she began.
“Cyn.” Brian approached, his gaze shifting from Cynthia to Colin.
Colin lost interest and looked away, not even bothering to meet Brian’s eyes.
Cynthia quickly went to Brian. “Brian.”
Seeing her flushed face, Brian half-joked, “Collie, did you bully Cyn?”
Colin scoffed, then turned to look directly at Cynthia.
His gaze was so overpowering that Cynthia felt a wave of unease. Instinctively, she stepped behind Brian.
Colin chuckled, then raised his chin, arrogantly asking, “What did I do to you?”
Cynthia, worried he might blab, quickly shook her head behind Brian.
Brian, who had always been protective of her, said, “Cyn is timid, and you don’t come home often. She’s not used to it.”
Colin’s expression turned cold as he straightened up and put his hands in his pockets. Without warning, he said, “Come here.”
Clearly, he wasn’t talking to Brian.
Cynthia, genuinely frightened that Colin might tell Brian what happened, eyed him cautiously.
Brian was confused as to why Colin was suddenly making things difficult for Cynthia. Just as he was about to speak, Colin shot Cynthia an impatient glance.
Cynthia sprang forward immediately and forced herself to say sweetly, “Hi, Colin.”
Colin raised an eyebrow and gave her a once-over, his words almost slipping out, but then he seemed to remember the presence of others. Instead, he said, “Come outside.”
With that, Colin turned and walked away.
Cynthia felt both embarrassed and nervous.
Brian sensed something was off. “Cyn, what’s going on between you and Colin?”
Cynthia quickly waved her hand. “Nothing.”
Brian paused for a moment.
Cynthia knew she couldn’t lie to him for long. If he asked further questions, she might cave under the pressure. Thinking of Colin calling her, she seized the opportunity to escape. “I’ll go see what Colin wants.”
Outside the cemetery, Colin leaned casually against his McLaren, smoking a cigarette. His relaxed posture suggested he had simply stepped outside for some fresh air.
Cynthia ran up to him, slowing down only when she neared him. She bent over with her hands on her knees, gasping for air.
Colin glanced over. The warm sunlight above bathed the surroundings in a radiant glow, reflecting off the white landscape.
Cynthia exhaled misty plumes with each puff she took.
Colin, unfazed, breathed out a thin ring of smoke. He took another drag and asked, as if he hadn’t demanded her to come out, “Obedient, aren’t we?”
Cynthia had caught her breath and straightened her back, though her throat was dry as she spoke, “What happened last night… was by accident.”
Colin raised an eyebrow and flicked the ash off his cigarette, as if pondering the “accident”.
Cynthia didn’t want this incident to be something he could hold over her. So, she decided to take the initiative and be blunt instead of letting it bother her.
She explained, “I got drunk because I was angry. Mr. Jenkins Senior had always been so kind to you, yet you… were so heartless. You wouldn’t even come back for his last moments. Brian…”
Knowing Colin had a bias against Brian, she quickly corrected herself, “Mr. Jenkins Senior had been waiting for you at the hospital.”
She remembered calling Colin repeatedly at that time, but since they barely knew each other, he probably ignored her, seeing her calls as nothing more than a random number. Cynthia didn’t bring this up.
Colin stubbed out his cigarette and suddenly loomed closer, giving off a dangerous air.
Cynthia took a step back. As she retreated, she tripped over a divider by the road and fell backward.
Colin grabbed her waist with one arm and asked coldly, “Do you really think you’re one of the Jenkinses just because you’re living with them?”
