Chapter 250

Cynthia and Jonathan returned to Greenfield Villa. Upon entering, Jonathan scooped Cynthia into his arms.

Surprised by the unexpected move, Cynthia yelped, "What are you doing?" Instinctively, however, her arms wrapped around his neck.

Jonathan smiled slyly. "I have something important to do, and I need to do it at the right time, or it might bring bad luck."

Cynthia laughed, knowingly asking, "What important thing? Do you need my help?"

"Of course," he said, leaning in to kiss her. From the living room to the stairs, the hallway to the bedroom, their kisses left Cynthia breathless. Finally, she was pressed against the soft, large bed.

Once on the bed, Jonathan released her. She opened her eyes, looking confused. He cupped her face, observing her as if she were a rare treasure.

Cynthia was beautiful. Jonathan marveled at how the little girl with pigtails and chubby cheeks had blossomed into a captivating woman, a Damascus rose in full, passionate bloom.

Cynthia lay lazily on the bed, her eyes misty, giving her gaze a touch of innocence. She was undeniably captivating, enchanting as a magical fox, yet Jonathan thought her eyes the purest place in the world.

"What are you looking at?" Cynthia asked gently.

Jonathan rested his elbows beside her, gently stroking her hair. "I just want to look at you, keep looking at you," he said. Cynthia chuckled. "After all these years, I still can't get enough."

"How could I ever have enough? A lifetime wouldn't be enough," she replied, smiling. "You're such a hopeless romantic."

Jonathan kissed her swan-like neck. Cynthia giggled. "Sweetheart, don't, that tickles."

He moved his lips to her ear. "What did you just call me?"

Cynthia's sparkling eyes met his. "Sweetheart. Wasn't that always the name?"

"It's time for a new name. Say it again," he said.

Cynthia frowned, thinking. "My dear?"

"No."

"Honey?"

"No!"

"Pretty Boy?"

"Cynthia!"

Jonathan propped himself up. Cynthia stopped teasing, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him willingly. She whispered, "Hubby, I love you."

Jonathan returned the kiss contentedly. His voice was deep and sultry. "Baby, tonight is truly our wedding night."

Cynthia traced circles on his chest. "So…"

Jonathan grabbed her waist, flipping them over so she straddled him. He smirked mischievously. "Tonight, you're on top."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow, tossing her curls. "You better not regret it."

He did end up regretting that decision. They'd been together for three years, sharing a bed every night. Usually, Jonathan initiated, but Cynthia, while laid-back and never refusing, was never overly enthusiastic. But tonight, she slept soundly in his arms while he lay awake, haunted by her bold, enchanting self and a feeling of something indescribable. He felt it wasn't enough. Yet, seeing her peaceful sleep, knowing she often had trouble sleeping, he couldn't bear to disturb her. He simply murmured calming mantras until morning.

When Cynthia woke, Jonathan had just finished showering and was tying his tie. Even though he'd showered twice the previous night, he seemed to be increasingly fastidious about cleanliness.

Cynthia had slept well and woke feeling refreshed. Pulling back the covers, she saw she was wearing a silky white nightgown, light and thin like moonlight. Her long hair flowed like a waterfall, her eyes were clear as water, and her lips fiery red. Like a freshly awakened Persian cat, she beckoned Jonathan. "Honey, come here…"

Through the full-length mirror, Jonathan saw her slender, shapely figure. He felt his tie was too tight. He pulled it off, walking to the bed. "You're awake. Did you sleep well?"

Cynthia hugged him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. "Where are you going?"

"To the office. Are you coming with me?"

Cynthia slipped her hand under his shirt. "No, I'll be bored. I'm going to the shop later."

Rachel's little diner was finally remodeled. It had been quick because it wasn't a new build; Cynthia had previously rented it out. It was a former private dining place, so the decor and kitchen equipment were already in place, needing only a touch-up.

The grand opening was a few days away. Cynthia often helped tidy up, and Rachel always cooked something special for her – the perfect lunch excuse.

Jonathan was captivated, and his cold shower hadn't helped. He pulled Cynthia down. "What do I do! I don't feel like going to work either."

When Cynthia snapped back to reality, it was already ten in the morning, and Jonathan had gone to the office. She visited Rachel's shop.

Rachel was cleaning, making everything shine. She was delighted to see Cynthia.

"I've finished tidying up. Once we get a new sign, we can open," Cynthia said, smiling. "Have you decided on a name?"

Rachel said, "I've been thinking. How about Worry-Free Diner?" She seemed embarrassed. "After all, you helped me start this restaurant. You're the boss, and I'm just working for you. I'll give you half the income."

Cynthia replied, "Carefree Diner is great, but this restaurant is yours. I don't want a penny. If you try to pay me, I won't come here anymore."

Rachel continued, "You know I don't need money. What I need is a place to eat. I'm not good at cooking, and I'm picky. I'll be here all the time, just don't find me annoying."

Rachel felt touched. "No, I want you to come every day."

Around noon, Rachel prepared six dishes and soup for Cynthia. They were simple home-cooked meals (Cynthia had asked for simple, but Rachel wouldn't agree). While they chatted and ate, they heard the glass door open.

"Hi, I'm really hungry. Could you make me a bowl of noodles?" Someone walked in. Rachel was about to agree, but Cynthia stopped her. "Sorry, we don't welcome you here. Please leave now."

Cynthia felt Lilian was a persistent shadow. However, Lilian, with a large belly, said, "I'm a pregnant woman. You wouldn't be so heartless, would you?"

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