Chapter 135

Claude quickly left. Meanwhile, Preston was already performing onstage. He was singing a love song, and his unique voice nearly entranced the bar's audience. But just as his song ended, the bar plunged into darkness—a power outage. Chaos erupted as patrons wondered what had happened. Cynthia was equally surprised by the unusual incident.

Nearby, Naomi commented, "What kind of owner allows such a basic mistake? If the customers demand compensation, it'll be a huge loss!"

In the dark, Cynthia smiled and reached for a drink. However, someone seized her wrist, pulling her forcefully. She resisted, but her captor seemed to anticipate her moves, seizing her other hand and pulling her outside. She realized who it was.

The growing commotion in the dark crowd made her cease resisting, and she obediently followed. Only Naomi seemed to notice something amiss. "Cynthia, where are you going? Take me with you; I'm scared of the dark!"

Cynthia was dragged along, unaware of their destination, until she heard a door open. She was pushed inside, the door closing behind her. Pressed against the door, her lips were met with intense heat in the darkness.

The kiss was fierce and wild. He felt like a caged beast, unleashing pent-up rage. The kiss carried an irresistible dominance, as if intending to shatter the world. Cynthia wouldn't submit. She slapped him hard across the face.

He finally stopped. In the dark, only his rapid breathing and heartbeat echoed. "Jonathan, what the hell are you doing?" Cynthia demanded.

The room lights suddenly brightened. Cynthia saw Jonathan's pained eyes, struggling to contain his emotions. But as the light flooded in, his complex feelings were quickly replaced by an inscrutable calmness and indifference. This rapid change made Cynthia feel as if she'd never truly understood him.

"Why are you here?" Jonathan asked, stepping back.

Cynthia smirked sarcastically. "Mr. Bennett, aren't you being a bit too nosy?"

She turned to leave, but Jonathan pulled her back. "Cynthia, don't you even have the patience to say one word to me?"

Impatience flashed in Cynthia's eyes. "Why should I be patient with a stranger who keeps bothering me?"

Jonathan was speechless, his expression tightening like the calm before a storm. After a moment, he chuckled lightly. "What? Found a new flame and forgotten your old love so quickly?"

Cynthia's expression hardened. "What do you mean by that?"

Jonathan grabbed her arm. "Cynthia, you've been exchanging glances and clinking glasses with the bar's singer. Don't tell me you don't know each other."

He was probing, almost certain, but unwilling to confirm Preston's identity without a definitive answer. He'd been watching her from her booth.

Cynthia laughed. "So what if we know each other? What does it matter to you?"

Her indifference fueled Jonathan's anger. "Cynthia, I won't interfere, but we've been together for three years. I don't want you in trouble. Anyone is fine, just not him."

Confusion flickered in Cynthia's eyes, then amusement. She casually pushed her hair behind her ear. "Jonathan, please stop thinking you're doing this for my own good. I don't need it. Who I date, hold hands with, kiss, or sleep with is none of your business. If you're not afraid of getting your head beaten in again, feel free to keep bothering me."

Jonathan's anger flared. "Hold hands? Kiss? Sleep together? You've already thought that far?"

Cynthia found it funny. She didn't understand his mindset and couldn't be bothered to explain. "Jonathan, let go of me. You should know you can't beat me."

Jonathan had seen her throw the six-foot-tall Filip over her shoulder and dislocate Shirley's jaw. Yet, he didn't release his grip.

"Cynthia, do you know who he is?" His voice was frigid.

Cynthia sensed something was amiss but couldn't pinpoint it. "Jonathan, what do you want to say!"

Jonathan pulled her hand. "Come with me."

Cynthia shook him off. "I can walk by myself." But she followed.

She suspected Jonathan's reaction stemmed from her interaction with Preston, and that Preston's identity was significant. She also suspected the power outage was Jonathan's doing.

"But why? What is Preston's identity that made Jonathan almost lose control?" Curiosity grew in her heart. Jonathan had taken her to a private room, and they soon returned to the main bar, now brightly lit. Naomi was still at their booth, repeatedly calling Cynthia. Seeing Cynthia return, she rushed over. "Cynthia, where did you go? I thought you'd been kidnapped!"

Seeing Jonathan behind Cynthia, Naomi smirked. "So you really were kidnapped, huh? So, how was it? Didn't get hurt, right?" She hooked her arm around Cynthia's shoulder.