Chapter 19
upon Cynthia, who had just finished her bath and was
By 10 pm: Liam had wrapped up his work at the office. Returning to his room, he stumbled u standing by the bed changing.
Cynthia had thought Liam would be busy until late into the night, thus she didn’t bring a change of clothes with her to the bathroom where the air was humid. Fresh from her bath, she went straight to the bedroom to dress,
Having just unbundled her towel and about to slip on her clothes, Cynthia caught sight of Liam, causing her to squat down quickly and clutch herself “Why did you come back so early today?” she asked, her voice tinged with alarm.
Liam hadn’t expected to be greeted with such an alluring scene, and he felt his borly unconsciously tease.
The freshly bathed girl, with wet hair clinging haphazardly to her smooth, fair back and big, round eyes shimmering with droplets of water, stared
at him in shock.
Liam felt Cynthia looked far too innocent, and every time he thought of certain things, there was a sense of committing a crime.
He made no attempt to conceal his desire, striding over to her. His dark suit carrying a a chill from the outside world, contrasted starkly with Cynthia’s warm skin, causing her to shiver involuntarily
She reached our to push him away but was caught by him effortlessly. He lifted her hands over her head, leaving her without any cover.
Liam’s eyes seemed to be ablaze, his breathing becoming more rapid.
Cynthia tried to struggle as the atmosphere turned intense: Liam, growing impatient, rudely pulled off his necktie and fastened it around Cynthia’s
“Don’t Liam,” she said, fear creeping into her voice
“Call me honey,” he demanded, his voice hourse.
Cynthia pursed her lips, too embarrassed to speak, and then fell him bite her gently on her chest. Rather than pain, she felt a warmth spreading across her skin.
“Say,” he urged, his fingers moving, creating a blazing trail across her skin.
Suppressing a tremble, Cynthia whispered softly, “Honey”
Liam was satisfied. Releasing his hands that had been mischievously busy, he scooped Cynthia up and headed toward the bathroom.
With her hands tied, Cynthia could only hold them against her chest. As the bathroom door loomed closer, her speech faltered. Tjus….……. just finished bathing”
Then bathe aga
he asserted.
Two hours later, as Cynthia watched the water sway in the bathtub, she mentally cursed Liam again. She swore to herself that she would never dress in the bedroom again.
After their intense activities, Cynthia felt like her body was falling apart. Despite her physically active lifestyle, she wasn’t prepared for her husband’s daunting stamina.
Before going to sleep, she glared at Liam, who looked as composed as ever. How could he possess such terrifying strength? If this continued, she feared their passionate nights would be the death of her,
Waking up late the next day, Cynthia felt her back might snap just from turning over in bed. Seeing the late hour, she grumbled about Liamy
ow the understood why some women seemed worn out after getting married. She felt completely drained and worried that if this par countmund, she wouldn’t last long enough to regain her säures before dropping dead.
aring in bed, Cynthia’s e s caught the sight of a black card on the nightstand. Just as she curiously picked it up, her phone rang. She glanced at the
“Awake?” Liam a voler
a voice sounded refreshing, with no trace of
Kidding her sore back, Cynthia propped herself up and replied with a weak tease, “Thanks for being so considerate. I managed to wake up” Liam chuckled. See the card I left on the nightstand?”
Chapter 19
Cynthia twirled the card between her fingers, joking. “Is this my compensation for the past excruciating nightsTM
Liam didn’t feel offended but stated, “I’m out of the country right now. That’s my supplementary card. Buy yourself a nice ring later, and whatever else catches your eye!
He had just landed and was calling her right away. With urgent matters back at the Sullivan Group headquarters that only he could address, he’d had to fly abroad suddenly, leaving his new wife behind.
Hearing the plaintive tone in Cynthia’s voice, Liant felt a twinge of regret for relocating the company’s headquarters overseas, which resulted in their separation in soon after the manage.
even more was
Cynthia’s face lit up with a smile. While being given a card to spend freely was a typical big–shot move, what pleased her even mo was currently abroad.
“Okay, I got it,” Cynthia replied, no longer satarky. Her mood was utterly lifted.
“After you buy the ring, send me a picture. Jasmine wants to inspect it, he instructed, referring addition
“Alright” Cynthia said as she hung up the phone, carefully tucking the card away,
that Liam
to his own mother, who’d be keen to see the new
Although she wouldn’t go on a crazy shopping spree with it, a wedding ring wasn’t cheap, especially if it had to pass muster with Jasmine, Cynthia’s small stash of savings wouldn’t cover it. So, she decided to use Liam’s card. If they ever got divorced, she’d just pay him back–no harm done.
Feeling free with no more worries about the night, Cynthia got up and dressed leisurely. After a quick breakfast, she threw on some casual clothes and stepped out.
She directed her driver to the nearest jewelry store and ventured inside alone.
It was just past 1 PM and the store was practically empty. Sara, the saleswoman, was nearly dozing off behind the counter. As Cynthia walked in, Sara barely glanced her way, muttering. “Feel free to look around, miss”
Cynthia was in too good a mood to be offended. She began perusing the displays for something suitable. Considering Jasmine, Cynthia decided to choose one with a touch of elegance and grandeur,
As she browsed, a particular ring caught her eyes–a familiar one. It was a pink diamond ring with an iris flower design for the setting. The main stone was complemented by a scattering of smaller diamonds that sparkled under the store lights, creating a unique look,
Cynthia’s lips curved into a smile; this was her own design from not so long ago, But how on earth had it ended up here?
She recognized it because she had a habit of incorporating a personal mark into her designs. And there, engraved discreetly on the ring’s band, was that very signature.
“Excuse me,
could you show me that pink diamond ring? Cynthia pointed to the ring displayed prominently in the case.
Sleepy, Sara looked up with a jaded expression and said mockingly, Miss, that ring is our shop’s masterpiece, designed by the prodigiously talented Roseanne Lanon. It’s priced in the millions, way out of reach for most,”
Hearing the familiar nume, Cynthia raised an eyebrow. It made sense af Roseanne was the culprit; Cynthia had sketched this as a casual exercise upon returning to the Larson residence. She had been wondering where the original design had disappeared back then. And now, it seemed her devious stepsister’s doing again–usurping not just her place in the family but stealing her work as well.
While Cynthia was inwardly sighing over Roseanne’s audacity, the previously listless Sara suddenly perked up, her face breaking into a broad smile. “Mi Larson, you’re here?” she exclaimed,