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

Chapter 508

Indeed,

1, Cynthia did not think much of it. Her attention was drawn to the man steering the yacht, her eyebrows knitting together in slight confusion. “Sean?”

“You recognize me?” Sean, with his retined features, smiled like a breath of fresh spring air.

Cynthia’s brow furrowed slightly.

Sean’s background was impressive, but he was a mix of good and evil. There was almost nothing he could not accomplish. However, his assistance always came with a steep price. How did Joshua lanos Sean?

“Did you make a deal with him?” Cynthia asked Joshua

Sean began nonchalantly, “I should thank you. If it weren’t for you.

Before he could finish, Joshua rut him off “Just steer the yacht.”

Sean mimed, zipping his lips shut.

Their series of exchanges aroused Cynthia’s suspicion. “Did you make some sort of deal with him?

Sean was a man completely devoted to the study of psychiatry, yet his focus inclined heavily toward theology. His mantra was simple: At the end of science, there lies theology.

“No. He owed me a favor. This was his repayment, though he felt short changed and asked me to assist him with a minor task, “Joshua led to her, his dark eyes filled with tenderness.

“You aren’t lying to me, are you?” Cynthia felt a nagging suspicion.

“No,” Joshua responded softly, soothingly.

Listening to his assurances, Cynthia refrained from pressing any further. After all, it was not entirely appropriate for her to pry too deeply into his affairs.

“Thank you for what you did. I owe you a favor. In the future, if you need help with investigations or security systems, don’t hesitate to reach out to me.” Cynthia reflected on the previous events, filled with gratitude.

“You owe me nothing. Yerick was, after all, going after me.” Joshua’s breath was somewhat warm.

Cynthia upened her mouth to respond, but before she could articulate her thoughts, Joshua called out to her, voice brimming with affection, “Cynthia ”

“Hmm?” Cynthia responded, her tone significantly softer towards him.

Joshua said nothing, merely gazing at her. Her cheeks, rosy and smooth; her lips, cherry red and delicate; and her eyes, sparkling like peach blossoms, held only him in their view.

If this was his last moment in life, it would not seems too bad.

With this thought, a small smile tugged at the corners of Joshua’s mouth, his back injury seeming less painful.

“What is it?” Cynthia noticed his prolonged silence.

“Nothing, I just wanted to call your name. Ever since I committed those despicable acts, it feels like we’ve never had a

moment of peace to this,” Joshua responded with infinite tenderness, his eyes never leaving hers

Cynthia remained silent, unsure how to respond She was, by nature, not a woman of many words.

Joshua felt his life slowly ebbing away, his eyelids growing heavy, but he did not want to close them, fearing that if he did, he might never see her again.

Noticing his pallor, Cynthia suggested, “You should rest now. We can talk when your fever subsides.”

“Alright.” Jushua’s voice was husky,

Tinse passel, moment by moment.

After ten minutes, Sean guided the yacht to shore.

Standing these casually, he announced, “Ms. Yates, a vehicle has been arranged for your way there quickly,

“Thank you,” Cynthia replied

return to Nexurla. Please make your

She then tumed to assist Joshua, planning to take him to the hospital to get his fever treated. However, as she reached for him, Sean stepped in, “From this moment, he’s my responsibility. You need not concern yourself, Ms. Yates.”

“He’s running a fever.”

“I will find the best doctor to treat him.”

Cynthia squared off with him.

Struggling to stand, Joshua felt grateful for his fever as his flushed face concealed his terrible pallor from CynthiaContent is © by NôvelDrama.Org.