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

It was not about trying to please her, but it felt strange nonetheless.
“Take it.” Matthew pushed the breakfast into her hands without hesitation, saying, “I really don’t know what goes on in your head.”
Cynthia was rendered speechless by his remark and internally scoffed at it.
Well… It was because Matthew had been acting so out of character. In the past, she would have to go hungry if she was late or had not completed a task, and not only that, she would face additional penalties.
Yet now, Matthew was directly delivering food to her.
How could she not read into it? Maybe this was his way of punishing her because of the incident last time… Could it be her’ last meal’?
The more Cynthia thought about it, the more convinced she became
Finally, she blurted out, “Captain, just be straightforward with me.”
She was sure that Matthew was indirectly punishing her because she called him as if he were an antidote.
He wanted to put psychological pressure on her, and he definitely succeeded.
Matthew gritted his teeth, genuinely wanting to give Cynthia’s wild imagination a good scolding.
Why did she have to misunderstand his good intentions?

“What do you mean by that?” Matthew retorted.
Cynthia looked up at him, pursed her lips, and after a few moments, managed to utter, “You know it yourself.
“Eat your breakfast,” Matthew said, placing his hands into his pockets and still looking handsome. “Stop overthinking”
Cynthia took a few steps back, slightly hesitating, before closing the door.
Matthew felt both frustrated and amused.
What an idiot.
Cynthia had mixed feelings about this.
It was not surprising that she was overthinking, mainly because the Matthew she remembered from her past and the current Matthew were too different.
Cynthia only remembered Matthew as the captain who constantly set traps for her at Old Man Tanz’s place.
However, Matthew had been acting really differently these days… and it felt like a complete deviation from that memory, and it was unsettling.
Lost in thought, Cynthia looked at the breakfast that Matthew forcefully shoved into her hand and made a call.
Jimmy answered the call, still groggy from sleep.
His voice was soft and m uffled as he asked, “Cynthia, why are you calling me at such an hour?”
“If Captain were to bring you breakfast, how would you feel about it?” Cynthia asked.
Jimmy’s eyes instantly widened. “Who?”
“Captain.”
“1-I’ve been on my best behavior lately.” Jimmy’s mind cleared up completely, and a shiver ran down his spine. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
Was it because he complained to the others about Matthew being too strict, and they sold him out?
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