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Chapter 42 

Benedict took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm, and spoke gently.” 

“Cyndi, come on, don’t be mad. Open the door.“} 

There was no response from Cynthia. 

He tried again, his voice soft and coaxing, hoping she’d give in.§ 

But she remained silent on the other side.§ 

Minutes ticked by, and Benedict’s patience finally ran out.” 

“Are you not worried I might wake up Grandma?“} 

This time, Cynthia finally answered from inside.} 

“Go ahead and try.” 

In fact, she almost hoped her grandmother would be woken up by all this commotion.} 

Benedict was thoroughly annoyed, but he didn’t dare raise his voice.} 

Cynthia’s grandmother might seem fond of him, but she’d never take his side. If she got woken up, she’d only scold him for upsetting her precious granddaughter.} 

A few years back, he and Cynthia had fought over the family business and some issues with his mother, and things got so bad they nearly broke up. 

Cynthia, furious, moved back here, and no matter how hard Benedict tried to patch things up, nothing worked. He had no choice but to turn to her grandmother for help. 

But the sweet, gentle woman he’d always known had looked at him with a stony face that day and told him bluntly that Cynthia was just dating him–not married into the Shepards yet. If she wanted to break up, move out, or go anywhere, it was her business, not his.” 

She didn’t try to reconcile them–in fact, she supported every decision Cynthia made.” 

In the end, Benedict had to back down. He let Cynthia call the shots at the company, and his mother, not wanting to cause more trouble, moved back to her hometown. 

That night, Benedict stood outside Cynthia’s bedroom for half an hour, speaking softly, trying to comfort her and coax her back. 

But she didn’t budge. 

Eventually, he gave up and went to sleep on the living room couch.- 

The sofa was old and lumpy and barely big enough for him. In the middle of the night, it started to rain. 

Curled up on that narrow couch, Benedict shivered through the night and ended up catching a cold. 

-When Cynthia got up the next morning, he was still sprawled out on the sofa. 

He felt weak all over, his face flushed with fever.” 

When he saw Cynthia walk out, a flicker of hope sparked in his eyes. He coughed harshly, putting on his best sick–puppy act. 

In the past, Cynthia could never stand to see him sick; she’d always rush over to fuss over him at the first sign of trouble. 

But today, she just glanced at him, then turned and disappeared into the kitchen. 

The hope in Benedict’s eyes dimmed, but he tried to console himself. She must be boiling water for his medicine, he thought. She wouldn’t just leave him like this. 

He waited patiently for ten minutes or so, until Cynthia finally came out carrying a steaming bowl of noodles with eggs. 

Benedict’s heart warmed. Of course she cares, he told himself. She knows he didn’t eat last night and made him something to fill his stomach before taking medicine. 

He pushed himself up from the couch, still a little shaky, but as he watched, Cynthia pulled out a chair, sat down, and began to eat the noodles herself. 

Benedict froze, stunned, still perched on the sofa. 

“You didn’t make any for me?” 

Cynthia glanced up at him, as if just then noticing he was there, and shook her head matter–of–factly. 

*No.E 

Benedict’s face fell, his spirits sinking. 

Cynthia didn’t spare him another look, just kept eating her breakfast. 

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With a scowl, Benedict stalked over, pulled out the chair across from her, and sat down, his tone cold. 

“Save me some.“> 

Cynthia looked up at the man across from her, and instantly lost her appetite. She put down her fork. 

Benedict reached out to take the bowl, but Cynthia was faster–she picked it up and dumped the rest into the trash.} 

“Sorry,” she said flatly. “I’m not a fan of sharing my food with others.” 

Or my man, for that matter.