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Chapter 55 - 55- must be so pitiful!
The surgery for the two children was a success. After they were out of the operating room, Cynthia stayed by their side. Later that evening, Marc hurried back to the orphanage, leaving her to look after the two children overnight. She didn't leave until they were both asleep, and only then did she drag her exhausted body home.
It was unclear when the heavy rain had started. The weather had been fine when she went out earlier, but now, without an umbrella, she had no choice but to run to the bus station in the downpour to catch the last bus home.
After getting off the bus, she held her bag over her head and hurried toward her apartment. As she reached the bottom of the building, her footsteps suddenly stopped. Through the thick rain, she saw a familiar car parked downstairs. The silver-gray car looked even colder and sharper under the heavy rain.
She stood frozen for a while, then snapped back to reality and slowly began walking toward her apartment. Hadn't everything been settled between them? What was he doing here now? It seemed she'd have to change the locks to her apartment soon.
By the time she reached her apartment on the sixth floor, she was completely soaked. Her long hair was drenched, sticking to her forehead and cheeks, making her look rather disheveled. She hesitated for a long while at the door before finally taking out her key to open it.
Sure enough, as soon as she entered, she saw him sitting on the sofa directly in front of the door, legs crossed. The fury in his eyes seemed as if it could tear her apart.
Ignoring the anger in his eyes, Cynthia casually brushed the rain off her clothes and entered the apartment as if nothing had happened. A distant smile tugged at her lips.
"Sorry, Mr. Wilson. I didn't realize you had something to discuss so late."
At a time like this, in the pouring rain, wasn't he supposed to be with that woman? Wasn't she pregnant? Shouldn't he be taking care of her, staying by her side, day and night?
"What is it?" Albert Wilson ground out through clenched teeth.
This woman had been moaning under him the previous night, but today she could act so cold and indifferent, asking him what he was doing here? For the first time today, Albert Wilson truly understood the meaning of the phrase "burning the bridge after crossing it."
He suddenly stood up and walked toward her, his eyes radiating a chilling fury. He didn't stop until he had backed her against the door, looking down at her coldly.
"Don't you know what I'm doing here?"
Kicking his things out, wasn't that a matter? Calling him "Mr. Wilson" as if he were a stranger, wasn't that a matter? Hurting his proud dignity so ruthlessly, wasn't that a matter?
Her face was drenched in rain, looking clean and fresh. The thick lashes on her eyes still held droplets of water, trembling faintly. She lifted her gaze to meet his, and the droplets fell from her lashes, rolling down her cheek and neck. He followed the path of the water and looked down, his pupils suddenly narrowing.
She was wearing a white T-shirt and black leggings. The cotton fabric, soaked from the rain, clung to her body, outlining her curves. Even the shape of her bra was plainly visible.
Cynthia froze for a moment, then quickly raised her hand to cover her chest, casually saying,
"Of course I don't know!"
He was momentarily stunned, unable to speak. His handsome face darkened with frustration as he glared at her. She met his gaze defiantly, and the air in the small apartment grew thick with tension, as if a battle was on the verge of breaking out.
After a long pause...
"Achoo—"
She suddenly covered her mouth and turned away to sneeze, breaking the tense atmosphere in the room. Her clothes were soaked through with rain, and if she didn't change into dry ones soon, catching a cold would be inevitable.
"Sorry, I'll go change clothes first!"
She quickly seized the opportunity to escape his grip, heading to the bedroom, grabbing her pajamas, and rushing into the bathroom.
Albert Wilson, infuriated, slammed his fist on the door, then stormed over to the sofa, sitting down. His shirt had also gotten a bit wet, so he decided to take it off and throw it on the couch. His muscular frame, free of any excess fat, looked even more solid and strong under the light.
When Cynthia finished her shower and came out, she was surprised to see him still sitting on the couch, and even with his shirt off. Her teeth clenched in frustration. It seemed he wasn't planning on leaving tonight. His audacity was truly remarkable!
She couldn't deal with him directly—if things got physical, she'd likely be overpowered and left with nothing. If she tried to be soft and accommodating, forget it, there was no way she'd win him over.
Her best strategy was to completely ignore him. Fortunately, she had the soft couch in the attic to sleep on. If he was set on staying, she'd just give him the bedroom for the night. Tomorrow, the first thing she'd do was change the lock on the door!
With this plan in mind, she acted as if he wasn't there, brushing her hair as she went into the bedroom to grab the blow dryer. After drying her hair, she came back out, only to find that he was no longer on the couch. Then, she heard the sound of water running from the bathroom. She shook her head helplessly and grabbed a blanket, heading up to the attic.
This man, who did he think he was? Honestly, they'd already exchanged money for services—wasn't that enough? What did he mean by coming here uninvited and planning to stay without her permission?
Albert Wilson walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a somewhat comical towel, his handsome face dark with anger. That damn woman had packed up all his things and thrown them out, forcing him to make do with just the towel barely covering his private parts. While his body was in great shape, he wasn't accustomed to walking around half-naked like this.
Already frustrated, he went to the bedroom and, seeing the empty bed, kicked over the trash can in anger before turning and stomping up the stairs to the attic.
Meanwhile, Cynthia had just settled down on the soft couch in the attic when she was jolted awake by a loud noise from downstairs, followed by heavy footsteps climbing the stairs. Quickly, she wrapped herself in a blanket and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. Fortunately, her long hair allowed her to pull a few strands over her face, hiding the slight trembling of her lashes.
Albert Wilson, with a dark expression, came up the stairs and flicked the light switch on. He saw her slender figure lying quietly on the couch near the window. Since it was the top floor, she hadn't closed the curtains, and the moonlight gently bathed her in a silvery glow.
Outside, the rain was pouring down.
For some inexplicable reason, he slowed his pace. Even though he knew she was pretending to sleep, he still walked over quietly. Her hair, spilling over her face, hid her expression, but he could feel the rejection emanating from her.
He stood next to the soft couch for a long time, and she remained still, clearly unwilling to engage with him. Finally, his face darkened as he turned and walked downstairs.
Cynthia then heard the faint sounds of him getting dressed downstairs, followed by the loud slam of the door as he left.
She lay there quietly, a satisfied smile curving her lips, and soon drifted into a peaceful sleep.
After a peaceful night's sleep, Cynthia woke up early the next morning. Without the demands of that man, she felt refreshed and clear-headed. After washing up, she quickly prepared a simple breakfast and took it to the hospital.
On the bus, she overheard a conversation between two girls sitting next to her. One of them was holding a newspaper, and she turned to excitedly discuss it with the girl sitting behind her:
"Wow, today's headline is about Albert Wilson, the VP!"
"Wow! He's so handsome! So stylish!"
Cynthia furrowed her brow. Why was it that no matter where she went, she kept hearing about him? She decided to look out the window, tuning out the conversation. However, she couldn't help but hear the two girls reading the headline out loud, word by word:
"VP Wilson visits top model PERRY's boudoir on a rainy night?"
"And stays there until the early hours before leaving?"
Now she was genuinely curious. She turned her head and took a quick glance at the newspaper. One of the photos showed a voluptuous woman holding an umbrella, waiting outside an apartment building. The heavy rain made it difficult to clearly see her expression, but one could still sense her joy from the gleam in her eyes.
The next photo showed a man and a woman walking towards the apartment under an umbrella, their backs facing the camera. Cynthia took a careful look, and sure enough, it was his figure. Behind them were his two unique silver-grey cars. She nonchalantly curled her lips and turned her head back to the window.
She had thought that after his anger last night, he would go to his "heartfelt" lover, but instead, he was with a top model. His women really were many. She couldn't understand how the woman carrying his child could tolerate him acting this way.
The two girls, after discussing their disappointment, gave way to their gossiping instincts, chatting eagerly:
"Didn't VP Wilson just get married? It's only been a month or two, and he's already caught up in this kind of scandal with a top model. His wife must be so pitiful!"
"Exactly! But that's the life of a rich wife, isn't it? On the surface, it seems glamorous, but who knows how miserable it really is behind the scenes?"
The two girls continued laughing and whispering to each other, but Cynthia's brow furrowed deeply, turning into a little mountain of displeasure.
