Cynthia spun around, her eyes locked on the tall figure of Jonathan walking away.

It felt like a dark storm cloud rolled in wherever he passed.

People nearby were frozen, captivated by his intense and cold aura, with respect, admiration, and even fear flickering in their eyes–his presence was intimidating.

‘No way could it be him, Cynthia thought. Her “Pretty Boy” wasn’t like that. He radiated warmth like a blazing summer day- wild, reckless, and a bit of a rogue. Every time they met, he’d flirt without holding back, tease her when she felt vulnerable, and charm her when she was ready to give up. In the bed, he was a master, skillfully playing with her feelings.

Cynthia had often poked his muscle and said, “You’re such a temptress.”

He smirked, grabbed her chin, and leaned in close to tease, “So, you’re the queen waiting to be seduced, huh?”

‘How could such a carefree, wild guy be the refined prince from Betrico?‘ Cynthia tried to convince herself otherwise, but deep down, unease settled in her heart.

As the gift–giving ceremony wrapped up, guests began to find their seats. Cynthia took hers early, scanning the room for Jonathan but finding nothing.

She sat quietly, pulling out her phone and scrolling through her contacts, her finger hovering over the number labelled “Pretty Boy.” She stared at it, but somehow, she felt a strange shiver that she was being watched.

Suddenly, she looked up and locked eyes with a cold stare from the second floor–it was Jonathan. But from this distance, she couldn’t tell if he was looking at her. Still, her heart raced uncontrollably.

For some reason, she dialed the number, and Jonathan remained still, unmoving.

Thank goodness, it wasn’t him,’ she thought, feeling a wave of relief. Just as she looked down to hang up, the call connected.

At that moment, she glanced up again. Jonathan still stood there, but now he had a phone pressed to his ear.

Cynthia’s heart thumped louder than ever, pounding like a drum. With shaky fingers, she slowly brought her phone to her ear.

A familiar low, icy voice came through, “Speak.”

Cynthia was silent, her gaze fixed on Jonathan, who was also staring at her. After a few agonizing seconds, she hung up directly. Just as she did, he tucked his phone into his pocket too.

Cynthia’s heart felt like it was squeezing tight. ‘How could this be? Jonathan is indeed the pretty boy I had kept for three. years!‘ She struggled to calm her racing thoughts and was suddenly carried back to their first meeting.

It was the night Filip took Lilian abroad. Her childhood friend, Naomi Sullivan, had dragged her to Dark Horse Club. That night, she had a lot to drink, and Naomi had ordered several male models. In a twist of fate, she ended up tangled up with one of them.

The next morning, she woke up feeling regretful. But when she saw his almost otherworldly beauty, something stirred inside her. Filip was outside enjoying himself, so why should she wait around? Their marriage wasn’t as perfect as everyone believed.

So, she had written a check for 30 thousand dollars and teased, “How about I take care of you from now on?”

After that, they barely returned to the Dark Horse Club–she only had only gone there once. Instead, she gave the man a different address–Greenfield Villa.