Ch. Called Off the Wedding 41 Called Off the Wedding 41

Chapter 41 

Cynthia stared at the man before her, her face a mask of icy indifference, her eyes brimming with undisguised disgust. 

“No.” 

Benedict recoiled at the unfamiliar coldness in her gaze, a chill settling into his bones. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders, pushing her down onto the bed. 

“Can we not do this right now? Don’t be stubborn with me, not now. I know your body–don’t pretend-” 

He didn’t get to finish. Cynthia’s palm cracked across his cheek, the sharp slap echoing through the empty room. 

Benedict pressed his tongue to the stinging skin, his eyes narrowing in anger. 

He lunged down, crushing his mouth to hers in a bruising, possessive kiss. 

Cynthia clamped her teeth together, refusing him. 

Benedict’s hand clamped around her chin, forcing her jaw open. 

Fury ignited inside her. As he tried to deepen the kiss, she bit down, hard. 

The tang of blood filled her mouth, metallic and hot. 

With a groan of pain, Benedict let go. 

Cynthia snatched the glass of water from the nightstand, took a deep swig to rinse her mouth, and spat it into the trash. Here left no doubt–she was revolted.} 

Still gritting his teeth, Benedict leaned in again.” 

But Cynthia’s anger boiled over. Without thinking, she swung the heavy glass at his head.§ 

“Are you really going to force yourself on me in my grandmother’s house?” Her voice was sharp and cold. 

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Benedict reeled, stunned by the blow. Pain throbbed in his forehead where the glass had struck; whatever desire had driven him moments ago was gone.} 

He stared at Cynthia in disbelief, clearly never expecting her to actually hit him. 

Disgust was written all over her face. “Go find someone else. Don’t come near me again.” 

It was as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over Benedict’s head. He sobered instantly. 

His expression darkened. Without another word, he pushed himself off the bed and strode out of the bedroom. 

At the door, he paused and glanced back at her. 

“You’re really going to kick me out right now?“} 

Cynthia let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “A dog that loves garbage will never change. A cat who can’t stop wandering won’t stay no matter how you lock it up. You’ve already rolled in the dirt–why pretend to be clean in front of me?” 

Benedict’s face twisted, eyes scanning her as an uneasy feeling crept over him.§ 

He took a steadying breath, struggling to swallow his anger. 

“Cyndi, what kind of nonsense are you spouting now?” 

“Get out!” Cynthia cut him off, rolling over and pulling the covers up, wanting nothing more than for him to disappear. 

Seeing her so determined, Benedict’s face grew even darker. Without another word, he stormed out. 

He’d barely made it a few paces down the hall when anxiety overtook him. What if he really left now–would he ever get another chance with Cynthia?? 

He knew what mattered most. 

Cynthia lay back down, eyes closed, but she couldn’t sleep. She noticed the house stayed quiet–no sound of the car engine starting, the faxing room lights still on. Restless, she waited for a long while. 

After ten or fifteen minutes, she’d had enough. Scowling, she got up and walked out. 

Benedict was sitting on the living room couch, a cigarette between his fingers.} 

When he saw her, he quickly stubbed it out, his anxious energy fading. 

Til come inside in a minute “I 

Every time they fought, Cynthia had always left him an opening, a way to make up. He assumed this time was no different.> 

But Cynthia didn’t even glance at him. She simply flicked off the living room lights and went back to the bedroom, shutting the door 

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behind her. 

Darkness settled over the room. 

Benedict sat there, letting out a helpless, bitter laugh. 

She was still so stubborn, insisting on her little tantrums. He’d just have to go coax her.} 

Feeling his way through the dark, he reached for the bedroom door and tried the handle–only to find it wouldn’t budge.} 

Cynthia had locked him out.