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

Chapter 11

“Okay,” Cynthia agreed before hanging up the call and sending him the time and place via WhatsApp.

Just as she finished sending the message, there was a knock at the door, accompanied by Joshua’s voice. “Open up. I need to talk to you.”

Cynthia tossed her phone on the bed, walked over to open the door, and spoke without the gentleness she once had, only displaying indifference and detachment. “What is it?”

Joshua handed her his phone. “Grandpa wants to talk to you. He said he couldn’t reach you because you were on a call.”

Cynthia paused, guessing it might be because she had just been on the phone with Mitchell. She took Joshua’s phone, and her voice softened, “Grandpa.”

“I hope I’m not disturbing you by calling so late,” he said.

“No, not at all.”

“I just remembered that I forgot to tell you when you left earlier that the unfinished chess game you left for me last time, I still haven’t solved it…”

The two of them chatted on the phone.

Joshua did not bother listening to their conversation, noticing that ever since his grandfather became close to Cynthia, the old man sought Joshua’s company less and less frequently. His grandfather would often say things like, ‘Cynthia is definitely more capable than you,‘ or ‘Your chess skills are not as good as Cynthia’s. How could I have such a foolish grandson?‘

Chapter 11

Cynthia had become his grandfather’s ‘beloved granddaughter ‘, while Joshua found himself increasingly dismissed by the old man. With these thoughts in mind, Joshua’s gaze involuntarily fell on Cynthia, who was speaking to his

grandfather with such tenderness and patience. He had once been the recipient of that warmth for two years.

As he was thinking about this, Cynthia’s phone, which was lying on the bed, vibrated. Joshua instinctively looked over, but before he could see the message’s content, Cynthia quickly picked up her phone and turned off the screen. The entire process took less than a second, too fast for anyone to react.

“I’m done talking to Grandpa. Here’s your phone,” Cynthia said calmly as she handed Joshua his phone back.

Joshua did not take it. His eyes were still fixed on the phone Cynthia held behind her back. Although he had not seen the message clearly, he thought he had seen the word ‘Mitchell‘.

want it?” Cynthia maintained her posture, offering

not take the phone.

my business,”

husband,” Joshua blurted

was wearing only a white shirt, appearing more elegant than usual. With

his fair–skinned arm, he had quite

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long as we haven’t gotten our divorce certificate, I have the right to know who you’re in contact

with the law. Even if you are my

Joshua’s tone

who

tricked.

“Give me your phone.”

“No.”

forcing me to take it

she came up with a reason. “You have to let me see your phone too, if you want to see

Mitchell was the one Cynthia had been

Cynthia said, providing a reason for him

a thin line, and after a brief

won’t give you

clear.

she said this, Joshua fell silent for a long time. His deep, pure black eyes were fixed on Cynthia as if trying to discern something from her face. In the

ways on unhappy

the door and went to bed after cleaning up. The next day, they did not talk much. Joshua made

air about him, while Mitchell maintained a polite smile for

early?” Cynthia asked with a relaxed and natural expression when she

the handsome and refined face was wearing glasses and a casual gray suit, making him look like the perfect older

hallway, Joshua was walking along with two men.

was gentle like the wind, both strikingly

that your soon–to–be ex–wife who