Ch. Called Off the Wedding 6 Called Off the Wedding 6

Chapter 6 

As the car door swung open, a tall, striking man stepped out. His shirt was buttoned neatly to the collar and his chiseled features were set in an expression of impenetrable coolness. 

The moment Cynthia saw him, a memory flickered through her mind. She knew this man–he was. 

Before she could say anything, he had already walked away, leaning casually against the railing by the sidewalk, phone pressed to his ear. A light breeze ruffled his hair revealing a broad, untroubled forehead.8 

“Miss, once your car’s fixed, just give me a call. I’ll send someone to pick it up, the driver said, handing Cynthia a business card 

She glanced over at the man again. He was still on the phone, brows drawn in mild frustration, occasionally maching out to tease a little bird perched on the railing beside him.” 

Ten minutes later, a black SUV pulled up. The man finished his call and slipped inside with practiced ease, barely glancing back. The driver stayed behind to sort out the rest, but before he got in, his gaze flickered toward Cynthia. Flustered, she quickly looked away. 

By the time everything was settled and she’d registered all the necessary information, it was already late when she arrived home. 

At some point during the night, Father Benedict had texted her again, Cynthia didn’t reply. 

She was exhausted. After washing up, she crawled into bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.X 

The next day, she arranged for a potential buyer to come view her house through a real estate app and took the opportunity to clear out Some belongings. 

Most of what she tossed were little trinkets Benedict had given her back in college. 

Once, she’d cherished these things. Now, with all illusions about Benedict stripped away, she saw them for what they were: cheap and meaningless. Just like him. 

Three days later—il 

Benedict returned to find Cynthia tending to her newly blossomed roses in the yard. 

He came in through the gate and slipped his arms around her waist from behind, pressing close.8 

“Missed me, darling?”|| 

Cynthia let out a cold laugh. “With your lovely companion by your side, do you really need me to miss you? I imagine you’d rather I forgot you entirely and let you enjoy your little rendezvous in peace.” 

Her voice was icy. As he faltered for a split second, she slipped deftly from his grasp.8 

A sweet, cloying scent of women’s perfume clung to him, making her stomach turn. 

Benedict reacted instantly, grabbing her waist and hauling her back into his arms. Even through his shirt, the heat of his strong muscles was unmistakable. 8 

She struggled, but he just tightened his grip, holding her fast. 

1 only love you–stop being difficult, okay?” He bent down, his voice a low, sultry whisper in her car, trying to smooth things over 8 

Cynthia’s fingers clenched, the thorns of the rose drawing blood, but the sting in her hand was nothing compared to the nausea swirling inside her. 

She let her hand drop, scattering rose stems across the ground. 

Benedict noticed, frowning as he took her hand to inspect the bleeding cut. 

He leaned down, meaning to kiss the wound, lips warm against her skin. 

The second Cynthia felt his mouth brush her fingertip, her expression changad sharply 

How could he come home after three days tangled up with Gisella and act so tender, so devoted, as if nothing had happened? 

God knows how many times those lips had touched Glaelle. 

Filthy Absolutely filthy. 

With a swift, instinctive motion, Cynthia slapped him hard across his perfectly sculpted face. 

Her palm stung with the force of it.X 

Benedict didn’t move, just stared at her, his expression dark and unreadable, eyes cold as ice.