"Okay," Cynthia agreed before hanging up the call and sending him the time and place via WhatsApp. Just as she finished sending the message, there was a knock at the door, accompanied by Joshua's voice. "Open up. I need to talk to you." Cynthia tossed her phone on the bed, walked over to open the door, and spoke without the gentleness she once had, only displaying indifference and detachment. "What is it?" Joshua handed her his phone. "Grandpa wants to talk to you. He said he couldn't reach you because you were on a call." Cynthia paused, guessing it might be because she had just been on the phone with Mitchell. She took Joshua's phone, and her voice softened, "Grandpa." "I hope I'm not disturbing you by calling so late," he said. "No, not at all." "I just remembered that I forgot to tell you when you left earlier that the unfinished chess game you left for me last time, I still haven't solved it..." The two of them chatted on the phone. Joshua did not bother listenin

He had wanted to agree. Cynthia did not want him to interfere in her divorce, but seeing her being bullied, he had to help her as her friend. Moreover, Mr. Yates had sent him here to let Joshua know that Cynthia had someone supporting her. "Anything is fine with me." Cynthia misunderstood the look in Mitchell's eyes for the first time, thinking he was on Chyler's side. "Alright," Mitchell agreed. Chyler's eyes became even more amused and then left after exchanging some pleasantries. Only after the door closed did Cynthia speak to Mitchell, as rational as ever, "Just interact with them as you usually do, don't worry about me being there." "Okay." Mitchell did not bother explaining. That worked out well. When they met with Joshua later, he would not have to be overly polite. Chyler returned with a grin, standing outside the private room door, and raised an eyebrow at Joshua. "He declined to share a table, not wanting us to disturb their meal." Joshua's eyes deepened, and

Their eyes met. The atmosphere turned cold as both of their faces showed clear disdain for each other. Cynthia, wearing slippers, headed upstairs without any intention of engaging in conversation. For the first time, she exuded such a cold aura. "Stop," Joshua said, addressing her retreating figure. Cynthia acted as if she had not heard him and kept walking. Joshua quickly stepped in front of her at the bottom of the stairs, looking down at her with his usual detached demeanor. "Can we talk?" "Fine," Cynthia agreed. They walked toward the couch, and Joshua removed the remote control. Cynthia saw this and said nothing. She poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and then sat down on the sofa with the glass. "Go ahead. What do you want to talk about?" "What's your relationship with Mitchell?" Joshua stared at her intently, not missing any of her facial expressions. Cynthia replied confidently, "We're friends." "When did you meet?" Joshua asked further. Cynthi

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. Assuming she was upset about the divorce, Joshua said, "Well, since we're both awake, come and sit for a while." "No, thank you." Cynthia wanted only to drink some water and sleep, feeling extremely tired. "I'm going back to bed." However, before she could take a step, Joshua grabb

Joshua's gaze faltered. His eyes moved from Cynthia to Mr. Cheyne. "What do you mean?" "Do you really like Ms. Shaw, or is it just the obsession and unwillingness to let go of this past relationship? Even though it's only been two years, are you sure Ms. Shaw is still the same Ms. Shaw you knew?" Mr. Cheyne inquired. "What are you trying to say?" Joshua seemed a bit annoyed by the question. "I'm worried that you're misunderstanding your emotions." Mr. Cheyne acted as an emotional consultant. "You might miss out on your chance with your wife." Joshua did not answer. He was very clear about his feelings for Jayleen; he liked her. Even now, whenever he recalled her gentleness and company, it helped him calm down and focus on dealing with matters. If it were not for their breakup, they might already be married. "Actually, there's a simple and direct way to test whether you really like Ms. Shaw or not." Mr. Cheyne's lips curved into a grin he could not quite hide, the seeds of