Chapter 11

Cynthia's eyes widened in surprise. "I really don't know," she said. "Ms. Bennett just mentioned that this room has been empty for years."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "She's not wrong. I've been living at Greenfield Villa for the past three years."

An awkward silence fell between them. Jonathan noticed Cynthia blushing, which eased his tension slightly. "Why don't you go change? We can chat later," he suggested.

Cynthia realized she was almost naked. Changing in front of him made her uneasy. "Mr. Bennett, surely you know a gentleman should never stare?"

Jonathan chuckled, walking to the sofa where Cynthia had tossed her clothes. His gaze intensified as he said, "Sorry, but I must have missed that one."

This bold flirting brought a sense of familiarity—Jonathan was truly the lover she'd kept for three years. She wasn't one to back down easily, especially since they'd shared countless nights together. With a calm demeanor, she set her dress aside and reached for the outfit Yvette had prepared, her creamy beige lingerie fully visible to Jonathan.

His eyes darkened. Cynthia, with her slim waist and perfect curves, looked like a vibrant work of art. The image of her soft skin filled his mind, and impulsively, he grabbed her arm.

Just as Cynthia's fingers brushed against her clothes, she found herself in his embrace, his kiss enveloping her. She pushed against him, attempting to break free, but then stopped resisting. She knew how intoxicating his kisses could be. Why not enjoy it?

As they lost themselves in each other, Cynthia's phone rang. She gently pushed Jonathan away. "It's a call."

"Ignore it," Jonathan said, reluctant to break the moment. His hand slid down her waist.

But Cynthia smiled. "It's my husband. I need to answer it."

The mood evaporated. Jonathan released her and leaned back. Cynthia grabbed her phone.

"Where have you been?" Filip asked, his voice awake but unfriendly.

"My dress is stained. I'm changing and will be right there," Cynthia replied.

"You always have something going on," Filip said before hanging up.

Cynthia got dressed. The yellow tank top and dark jeans made her look both casual and sexy. She could pull off any style effortlessly.

"Cynthia, we need to talk," Jonathan said seriously.

Cynthia adjusted her outfit, curiosity in her eyes. "Talk about what?"

"Leave Filip and come be with me," Jonathan said.

Cynthia laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Jonathan frowned.

Chapter 12

Jonathan strode from the room, leaving Cynthia stunned. She collected herself and followed.

Filip, having just vomited, felt slightly better. He glanced at Cynthia's new outfit but didn't ask about what happened. After the party, they said goodbye to their hosts and left Piedmont Manor.

On the way home, Cynthia rolled down the car window,

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