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

Chapter 17

Joshua wore pajamas that matched the color of hers. His collar was slightly open, and his hair a bit messy, which gave him an air of disheveled charm, more unrestrained than usual, and the coldness he often exuded was now diminished. For a moment, it felt like the early days of their marriage.

Noticing Cynthia’s dazed expression, Joshua realized there were tears on her face and

lingering teardrops on the lashes of her eyes. Swallowing hard, he furrowed his brow slightly and asked, “Why are you crying?”

“Who’s crying?” Cynthia replied in confusion. However, having just woken up, her mental state was not as sharp as usual, making her retort seem more like an attempt to cover up her own vulnerability.

was upset about the divorce, Joshua said, “Well, since we’re both awake, come

to drink some water and sleep, feeling

her hand, took the glass from her, and led her to the dining

Cynthia was puzzled,

glass in front of her, Joshua’s slender, pale hand revealed his distinct knuckles. With

at the half–full glass, sipping the water slowly. She did not

of the

motion paused, struggling to keep up

to you, I truly intended to spend my life with you.” Joshua took the initiative to bring up the topic, his freshly awakened eyes not as distant as they usually were. I just didn’t realize Jayleen had another reason for leaving

the table,