"He felt that the difference in our family backgrounds was too large, creating a great deal of pressure for him. He also mentioned that his friends accused him of being a 'kept man'. He did not like the imbalance in our relationship, so he suggested we break up," Riley spoke openly about the situation. Both Gaby and Cynthia were a bit perplexed. They thought love was about being together if you liked each other, right? "Your boyfriend was quite foolish. When encountering friends like that, he should have retorted with something like, 'You wish you had the chance to be a kept man'," Alex remarked casually, clearly unbothered by the issue. "It's not necessarily that simple. Some men have a strong sense of self-esteem. If their girlfriend's family is wealthier, they might feel inferior," Linus said. At Linus's words, Cynthia faltered for a moment, her mind wandering to Captain, whom Mitchell had mentioned. "So, would you guys feel the same?" she asked, seizing the opportunity.
"Other employees bringing breakfast for the boss is normal. But Captain, ask yourself, was your intention of bringing breakfast to Cyn really innocent? You haven't forgotten about that time you gave me a bottle of water and made me run ten kilometers carrying weights, have you?" Alex chimed in. "I also remember the time you brought me food and tripled my training," Linus added. Matthew, seemingly unconcerned, sat there, a challenging undertone in his voice, "Are you criticizing me?" Alex and Linus were taken aback. Damn, they walked right into a trap. "So, are you really going to give Cyn a hard time?" Riley concluded. Before Matthew could respond, Cynthia, who had been listening to their conversation in a dazed state, suddenly sat up. With slightly unfocused eyes, she looked over at him and asked in a soft voice, "Captain, didn't you promise not to hold a grudge? How can you go back on your word?" Perhaps because she was still under the influence of alcohol, her voice and
Everything clicked into place for the group. "You knew all along?" Linus asked. "Don't discuss this with Cyn. Neither help nor hinder. Especially you two," Mitchell advised, paying special attention to Riley and Gaby. Everyone knew how close Riley and Gaby were to Cynthia. They were as close as could be. Without warning, they might turn around and spill everything to Cynthia, who would probably avoid Captain if she knew his feelings. "Captain really kept his feelings well hidden." Riley sighed, feeling reassured. "He must have had feelings for Cyn even before he retired, right? When did it start?" "I don't know," replied Mitchell truthfully. No one knew when Captain had started having feelings for Cynthia. Captain was a person who clearly distinguished between public and private matters. Even when he was in training and obviously had feelings for Cynthia, he never went easy on her. On further thought, it seemed perfectly reasonable. "Indeed, that's a relief. No one wou
Riley paused for a moment while typing, and then she stopped worrying. Since Captain was taking such good care of Cynthia, they might as well let him continue. After drinking the honey water, Cynthia sat on the spotless carpet. Her eyes were wide open, reflecting a myriad of unspoken worries. Nighttime was not the right time for decision-making, nor was it suitable for drinking. Even a person as calm and composed as Cynthia could become overwhelmed when confronted with both these factors. Without understanding why, thoughts of Joshua's injury and the serious damage to his central nervous system kept playing in her mind, amplifying her anxiety. "Captain," Cynthia sounded like a child who had lost her way. In her heart, Captain was her guide. He could easily help them with all their practical and psychological problems, leading them forward. Their trust and reliance on him grew without them even noticing. Matthew sat down next to her, casting a glance her way. "What's wrong?"
Did the Captain realize what he was doing? "Captain..." "What's wrong?" Matthew asked, gently touching her hair as he continued to blow-dry it. However, he felt a twinge of uncertainty. After all, this was his first time doing something like this. Was he unintentionally pulling her hair, or was the dryer's heat too much? Cynthia took the hairdryer from him and turned it off, returning the room to its peaceful silence. "I can handle drying my own hair. You should get some rest. You've had a long day," she said, still somewhat uncomfortable with the situation. "Alright. Call me if you need anything," Matthew replied, not insisting any further. "Alright," Cynthia responded. Matthew gave Cynthia another look before he finally stood up to leave. As he stepped out the door and into his own home, Cynthia sent him off with a sincere, "Thank you." Once they both retreated to their respective homes, Cynthia closed her door and started blow-drying her hair on her own. It always s
Seeing that Sean was not speaking up, Cynthia asked again, "Is he conscious at the moment?" "He was awake for a while this morning, but he's back asleep now. I'll let you know when his condition stabilizes a bit more. You can come over then, alright?" Sean relayed, knowing he could not possibly share the real situation with her. "You're hiding something from me," Cynthia stated confidently. Sean held the phone, maintaining a smile. He always knew dealing with K would be challenging. "How could that be? If you don't trust me, you can investigate. With your skills, you should be able to uncover everything," he replied in a tranquil tone, betraying no signs of abnormality. Cynthia fell silent. Sean's hand holding the phone began to sweat. He was gambling on the fact that K would not resort to her hacker skills lightly. The K he knew would only employ such tactics for significant matters. However, if she did use them, she could easily unearth the truth. "How is his external inj
Cynthia observed for a while longer before asking Sean for Joshua's medical data. Sean complied without hesitation. After a series of inspections, neither of them detected anything out of the ordinary. As she prepared to leave, Cynthia, with Joshua on her mind, said to Sean, "Should you need any assistance during the treatment process, feel free to reach out to me. I will handle it." "What about the financial aspect?" Sean queried. "I'll take care of it," Cynthia assured him. "Excellent. I appreciate forthrightness, Ms. Yates," Sean responded, a satisfied smile crossing his face. "Please don't inform Joshua about this," Cynthia requested, adding a final instruction. If Joshua wanted no involvement with her, then he had no need to know of these arrangements. Once he was better, they could simply resume their distant acquaintance, free of any disturbances. Sean's mind was already racing with the sound of clinking coins. He could practically see a mountain of money waving at
Moe was always serious when it came to work. For him, Arch International Group held special significance, and he wanted to do everything well, ensuring that Cynthia would make a lot of profit.After half an hour, Moe smoothly reported everything and was about to leave when Cynthia called him, "Momo, wait." Moe stood in place."What did you mean when you messaged me yesterday about someone's plotting against me?" Cynthia asked directly.Moe hesitated to speak, but Cynthia did not rush him."People are gossiping about your relationship with Mr. Quier," Moe phrased it differently.Matthew?Cynthia was taken aback.Moe was curious and asked, "Ms. Yates, are you involved with Mr. Quier? Lately, you've been running errands with him, and not including me."The most important thing was that Moe used to pick her up and drop her off for work, but now Cynthia drove herself. As the boss, she should be driven, not drive herself.Cynthia noticed the slight change in emotion on his calm e