Chapter 338

“What did you say?” Cynthia’s face darkened slightly. She sensed Jonathan’s hostility toward Simon, a hostility she found baffling.

Jonathan noticed her expression and sighed. Simon had openly admitted his feelings for Cynthia. As a man, Jonathan perceived Simon's ambition and aggressiveness. However, he didn't understand Simon's inaction. He thought, If Simon likes her, why doesn't he make a move? Their bond as fellow disciples should be comparable to Filip's childhood friendship with her. It's perplexing that such an aggressive man takes no action. And he claims his feelings will never be revealed? It's illogical.

Jonathan felt Simon was burdened, trapped, unable to express himself. However, he had no intention of intruding if Simon didn't want to discuss it.

“It’s nothing,” Jonathan said, his voice softening. “Just know, if you ever have problems, think of me first, okay?” His voice conveyed deep helplessness and compromise.

Cynthia, unaware of his emotional turmoil, smiled and playfully scratched his chin. “Alright, my dear.”

For the first time, Jonathan turned away. Cynthia’s fingers froze. This was their usual playful routine. For three years, she’d often scratched his chin, soothing him even when upset. But today, something felt different.

She withdrew her hand and sat back. Jonathan started the car and merged into traffic.

He didn't mind her teasing; he used to enjoy it. But he realized that despite their marriage, Cynthia's attitude hadn't changed. He felt she still saw him as a "pretty boy," never seeking his help, never jealous—perhaps that was just her way. But seeing her different interaction with Simon sparked his jealousy.

Instead of returning to the Bennett manor, he drove to one of his garden villas. The car stopped in the yard.

Cynthia rolled down the window. “Is this your house?” she asked excitedly.

Jonathan nodded and got out. Cynthia followed. The villa was small but beautifully situated, secluded on a private road, surrounded by tall trees.

Cynthia chuckled. “You're Mr. Bennett of Betrico, with countless villas. This hidden spot is perfect for a secret lover.” Jonathan’s steps paused; his posture stiffened. They entered the villa. Jonathan tossed his coat onto a cabinet.

Cynthia continued to explore. “Jonathan, how many places like this do you have? Honestly, have you hidden any young starlets or models?”

Jonathan stopped. His chest rose and fell; he remained turned away, seemingly holding back. Cynthia circled him, gently hooking his tie. “Compared to them,” she asked, “who’s prettier?”

Jonathan, unable to contain his anger, grabbed her waist and pressed her onto the sofa. A quick, intense kiss followed—a mixture of anger and uncontrollable jealousy.

Cynthia saw his upset, but a slight smile touched her lips; a glint of triumph shone in her eyes. She was unusually cooperative. Their passionate kiss moved from the living room, up the stairs, through the hallway, and into the bedroom.

Two hours later, water ran in the bathroom. Cynthia lay exhausted on the bed, regretting her actions.

Jonathan emerged in a gray bathrobe, his fit abs visible. Normally, Cynthia would have touched him, but today she merely glanced at him, defeated.

Jonathan felt regret too; he’d been reckless and intense. He sat on the bed’s edge, leaned down, and gently kissed her hair. “Need help to the shower?” he asked softly.

Cynthia rolled over. “Are you still angry?” She’d deliberately provoked him to calm him down.

Much of his frustration had vanished, especially given her proactiveness. The image of her beauty filled his mind, warming him.

Jonathan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I’m your husband, not a pet.”

Cynthia laughed. “When did I treat you like a pet?”

“And you haven’t treated me like your husband?” Jonathan countered.

“Why not? My heart is filled with you. Want me to dig it out to prove it?”

Jonathan stopped talking. “Alright…”

Cynthia noticed his secretly pleased, restrained expression. It amused her. He’s usually cool and composed, but sometimes just a kid, she thought.

“Really?” Jonathan asked.

Cynthia’s expression turned serious. “Of course. You’re my best lover in the world, I promise.” She raised her hand, as if taking an oath.

Jonathan finally sighed in relief. His bitterness faded. He leaned down, kissing her lips, then her ear. “I’ve never kept any models or celebrities. I only love you.”

Cynthia smiled. “I know…” She’d provoked him to release his anger.

Leaning close, Jonathan whispered, “My first time was with you. You’re the first and only woman in my life…”