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.

Joshua said, “Well, since we’re both awake, come

wanted only to drink some water and sleep, feeling extremely tired. ” I’m going back

step, Joshua grabbed her hand, took the glass from

Cynthia was puzzled,

Joshua’s slender, pale hand revealed his distinct knuckles. With a low, gentle voice, he asked,

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

because of the divorce

paused, struggling to keep up with his

truly intended to spend my life with you.” Joshua took the initiative to bring up the topic, his freshly awakened eyes

the table, Cynthia responded calmly,