Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Joshua wore pajamas that matched the color of hers. His collar was slightly open, and his hair a bit messy, which gave him an air of disheveled charm, more unrestrained than usual, and the coldness he often exuded was now diminished. For a moment, it felt like the early days of their marriage.
Noticing Cynthia’s dazed expression, Joshua realized there were tears on her face and
lingering teardrops on the lashes of her eyes. Swallowing hard, he furrowed his brow slightly and asked, “Why are you crying?”
“Who’s crying?” Cynthia replied in confusion. However, having just woken up, her mental state was not as sharp as usual, making her retort seem more like an attempt to cover up her own vulnerability.
Assuming she was upset about the divorce, Joshua said, “Well, since we’re both awake, come and sit for a while,”
“No, thank you.” Cynthia wanted only to drink some water and sleep, feeling extremely tired. ” I’m going back to bed.”
However, before she could take a step, Joshua grabbed her hand, took the glass from her, and led her to the dining table.
Cynthia was puzzled,
Placing the glass in front of her, Joshua’s slender, pale hand revealed his distinct knuckles. With a low, gentle voice, he asked, “Why can’t you sleep?”
Cynthia stared at the half–full glass, sipping the water slowly. She did not answer his question.
“Is it because of the divorce tomorrow?” Joshua inquired.
Cynthia’s drinking motion paused, struggling to keep up with his pace.
“When I proposed to you, I truly intended to spend my life with you.” Joshua took the initiative to bring up the topic, his freshly awakened eyes not as distant as they usually were. I just didn’t realize Jayleen had another reason for leaving me.”
Setting the now–empty glass on the table, Cynthia responded calmly, “I know.”
Before that call from Jayleen, Joshua had been very good to her. He did not arrange a wedding when she did not want one, and he did not announce their relationship to the media to avoid attracting attention. He even took care of her potential insecurities and praised her for the smallest things in their daily life.
If it had not been for that call from Jayleen, she would have thought she had hit the jackpot. Her mother could rest easy.
However, the reality was quite different.
“Cynthia,” Joshua called her name with the same gentleness and concern as before.
Cynthia did not stop him. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
Perhaps it was the dream of her mother, reminiscing about their past, or simply the night playing tricks on her mind.