Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money

Chapter 15

Their eyes met.

The atmosphere turned cold as both of their faces showed clear disdain for each other.

Cynthia, wearing slippers, headed upstairs without any intention of engaging in conversation. For the first time, she exuded such a cold aura.

“Stop,” Joshua said, addressing her retreating figure.

Cynthia acted as if she had not heard him and kept walking.

Joshua quickly stepped in front of her at the bottom of the stairs, looking down at her with his usual detached demeanor. “Can we talk?”

“Fine,” Cynthia agreed. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

They walked toward the couch, and Joshua removed the remote control.

Cynthia saw this and said nothing. She poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and then sat down on the sofa with the glass. “Go ahead. What do you want to talk about?”

“What’s your relationship with Mitchell?” Joshua stared at her intently, not missing any of her facial expressions.

Cynthia replied confidently, “We’re friends.”

“When did you meet?” Joshua asked further.

Cynthia did not hesitate to answer, “When we were kids.”

A chill flickered in Joshua’s eyes. He felt that she could not even come up with a proper lie. ” Given Mitchell’s background, there’s no way you could have known him as a child.”

Cynthia did not respond, feeling like they were talking at cross purposes.

“You better not harbor any inappropriate thoughts about him. He’s not as harmless as he seems,” he warned.

“We’re just friends, and we have no intention of taking things further. Don’t impose your assumptions on me. That’s the basic respect people should have for each other,” Cynthia clarified.

Joshua’s eyes darkened even more.

Seeing that he had asked her a question, Cynthia decided to ask one too, “Since you’re asking, let me ask you, when did you first meet Jayleen?”

Joshua was speechless.

“She’s not as innocent as you think. You better stay away from her,” Cynthia mimicked his earlier words.

“Cynthia!”

Joshua was angry again.

Cynthia leaned back on the sofa, her emotions no longer fluctuating.