Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon
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The apron was bought by Cynthia back then. On a whim, she wanted to learn to cook some time ago. However, she had never entered the kitchen, and the apron naturally appeared on Jonathan instead.

Because it was a female apron, the size was a bit small for him. Though the bear apron looked funny on his tall figure, he looked extremely handsome at that moment.

As the evening sun shone through the persimmon tree before the window, the mottled light shimmered on Jonathan.

Under the sunlight, his side profile looked like it had been gilled with gold paint. His look of concentration and movements in chopping vegetables were calm and elegant. It was as though he was not cooking but creating a work of art. Cynthia leaned against the door and smiled, enjoying the pleasant scene. Jonathan noticed the silhouette and turned around, only to see Cynthia looking at him affectionately.

"You're awake," he said.

"Mm-hm. Cynthia hummed in response.

"Give me a second. Dinner will be ready soon. We have your favorite barbecue ribs today," he added.

Cynthia walked over and wrapped her arms around Jonathan's neck. She tiptoed and kissed his lips, saying, "I think you taste

better.

Jonathan's eyes suddenly darkened. His ears, however, were tinged with red. "Cynthia, if you keep doing this, you can only have dinner after four hours."

Cynthia quickly let go of Jonathan and took a few steps back. With a smile, she made a gesture of surrender. "Okay. Let's have dinner first."

That day's dinner was sumptuous. Cynthia are happily, looking no different from before, as if she had fully recovered. Nevertheless, Jonathan still felt his heart ache.

He mused, 'It turns out that she had experienced so much in the past, and so many things were hidden in her heart. Whenever she encounters a problem, she always heals herself. Behind her cheerful appearance, there is a scar. The side she shows in front of me is never her true self

Im sorry," Jonathan finally said.

Cynthia knew why he suddenly apologized. She thought he probably apologized for the fight with Filip before since he knew about her past now. "Don't apologize to me. You are never the one who owes me an apology," she said indifferently.

Jonathan felt terrible as she did not seem to have opened her heart to him. However, their relationship was unusual. Since he could not give her any future now, he thought he was not in a position to tell her to rely on him and trust him wholeheartedly. Jonathan, please help me replace someone," Cynthia suddenly requested.

Jonathan snapped out of his thoughts. Seemingly to know what was on her mind, he asked, "Is it Scar?"

Cynthia clenched her fists upon hearing that. "I want him to be imprisoned for the rest of his life. I can't let such a scumbag

harm others.

Now that the incident had happened, she knew she could not continue dwelling on the past. In truth, she was still rational when she was not having an episode. It was not her fault that she was violated. It was the perpetrators who had to pay a heavy price. 09:35 Wed, Nov b

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She wanted revenge, making Silas pay what he deserved. Then, she would send him to jail, where he would spend the rest of his life. She was willing to testify, even if her incident would be made public. No matter what, she would never let him get

away.

Jonathan was expressionless as he replied, "Well, he's already dead."

Cynthia was shocked. After a long time, she asked in disbelief, "Were you the one behind it?"

Jonathan looked up at Cynthia and explained, "Nope. He died there years ago. Just two days after the incident, he was found. drowned in a nearby reservoir. The police also investigated at this time and said that he was drunk and drowned by accident. He had no relatives, so the case was closed quickly."

I goes:

Cynthia did not expect things to turn out like that. After a long silence, she said, comes around." Somehow, she felt very uneasy, and her heart raced. She thought something was amiss about Silas' death.

Jonathan heaved a sigh. "Anyway, he's dead. Just let it go, and don't torture yourself anymore. In the past few days, he had looked into the pills Cynthia was taking and finally discovered the reason she could only sleep for three hours a day over the years. His heart ached for her.

He held Cynthia's hands and said, "I know this is difficult, but I'll always be there for you, Cynthia. Do remember that I'll never let go of your hand."

Looking at Jonathan's eyes, Cynthia seemed stunned for a second, but she soon burst into laughter. "You? Don't act like a loving boyfriend, okay?"

Jonathan sighed and whispered inwardly, 'Fine, I'll keep my mouth shut. If I say one more word, she'll ask for a breakup.

Cynthia restrained her smile and spoke solemnly. Jonathan, I don't have the ability to love someone anymore, not even Filip and you. So don't fall in love with me either. Let's live happily together and enjoy the days, okay?" Jonathan tightened her grip on her hands and finally agreed, "Okay,"

After that, Cynthia's life seemed to be peaceful again, Lilian suddenly disappeared from her life.

In fact, since that day, Filip had not appeared in front of her anymore. On the seventh day after leaving Quadfield Mansion, Cynthia received a message from Filip, which read: [Everything is as you wish it to be.]

Cynthia stared at the message for a long time. She could sense reluctance and slight resentment in it and wondered. "Is Lilian and Filip's baby gone? Is this really what I wanted?"

She was not happy. Even if they lost everything, it still could not make up for what she had lost, for instance, her sleep.

That feeling of not being able to sleep even with pills was terrible. To Cynthia, it was more painful than being stabbed because the latter was temporary-the wound would scab over and heal. Her insomnia was like worms gnawing at her nerves at night. It was painful, exhausting, and tormenting

Cynthia's insomnia was getting worse. She could only go to Hector again. Hector now ran his private clinic and only served his regular customers

In the office, Cynthia nestled lazily on the couch and propped her head on her hand. "Why can't I sleep?"

Hector, who already knew the truth, replied, "Cynthia, you should know that the body is just a container for our souls. It will eventually become nothing but a pile of dust. You don't have to care too much about what your body has experienced." Cynthia played with her hair as she said, "I don't care about it, really. But I still can't sleep."

Hector got up and walked up to her. "That's because there are too many things in your heart, and you tell no one. They eventually rot at the bottom of your heart. 09:36 Wed, Nov 6

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Cynthia looked up in confusion. "But I already told you. You know everything about me

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Hector fell silent for a while before suggesting, "Perhaps I'm not an important person in your heart. Maybe you should open your heart to the person you love, Cynthia." Cynthia was stunned, wondering. The person I love? Who?