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.

the divorce, Joshua said, “Well, since

drink some water and sleep, feeling extremely tired. ” I’m going

took the glass from her, and led

Cynthia was puzzled,

his distinct knuckles. With a

half–full glass, sipping the water slowly.

because of the divorce

motion paused, struggling to keep

the topic, his freshly awakened eyes not as distant as they usually were. I just didn’t realize Jayleen had another reason for leaving

now–empty glass on the table,