He finished speaking and had already moved closer to Cynthia, naturally wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

Cynthia didn’t push him away but turned her face slightly. “I have a few questions.”

“Go ahead,” Jonathan said.

“Why did you hide your identity?” she asked.

Jonathan looked into her eyes, his expression calm. “It seems you’ve never asked about my identity.”

Cynthia pursed her red lips. It was true–over the past three years, ...