Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

My Toyboy 28

Chapter 28

Filip’s face darkened as well. He thought to himself, ‘Cynthia isn’t really trying to break up with me, just as I expected.

He hadn’t yet told his family about Lilian’s pregnancy, and now Cynthia had brought it up at this critical moment, clearly aiming to make everyone think that Lilian was using the pregnancy to force her out. This would make it impossible for them to accept Lilian.

Sure enough, Pamela flew into a rage after learning the news. “Filip, how could you and that little harlot treat Cynthia like this? I’m telling you, whether she’s pregnant or not, I will never allow her to become a part of the Yates family. We will never accept that child.”

“Mom, Lilian is carrying my child–your grandchild,” Filip snapped, equally furious.

“The Yates family doesn’t need a bastard child. Have you forgotten how Cynthia treated Lilian in the past? When Lilian was kidnapped by thugs, it was Cynthia who saved her, took the knife for her, and nearly lost her life. She still has a deep scar on her shoulder from that. And what did Lilian do in return? She stole Cynthia’s boyfriend when she was at her most desperate and vulnerable. Does she have any conscience at all?” Pamela retorted.

At that time, Cynthia had suffered betrayals from her family, friends, and lover all at once. In her despair, she had slashed

her wrist.

Pamela felt extremely sad that the once lively and cheerful Cynthia had actually tried to commit suicide.

Filip’s expression grew even darker. “I was the one who courted Lilian. This has nothing to do with her. I’m the one who wronged Cynthia.”

“Oh sure, keep defending her! You’re completely bewitched. Just wait, you’ll regret this someday,” Pamela said furiously.

Cynthia gently held Pamela’s arm. “Mrs. Yates, it’s come to this, and I’ve let it go. You should, too. Even though I can’t be your daughter–in–law, I’d still like to be your daughter. In the future, I’ll take care of you.”

Pamela clasped Cynthia’s hand and began to cry. Matthew sighed heavily from the side. “Enough. We can’t make decisions for them. If they want to separate, then let them.”

He walked over to Filip. “But I’ve told you before, Filip, you can choose not to marry Cynthia, but that means you’ll no longer be the Yates family heir and will forfeit your shares in the company…”

“Grandpa Matthew, I don’t want the company shares, nor the Yates family inheritance,” Cynthia said earnestly.

She looked serious. “This is your life’s work. It shouldn’t be used as compensation for my relationship with Filip. I don’t know how to run a company, and I don’t want to fail you. I won’t take the shares. As for the properties you bought for me, I’ll return them. They never truly belonged to me.”

Pamela, feeling heartbroken, interjected, “Cynthia, don’t be silly. Those properties, I’ve been buying them for you bit by bit since you were born. Even if you’re no longer our daughter–in–law, they’re still yours.”

Cynthia smiled. “I don’t lack anything, really. If you must give me something, then I’ll just take Greenfield Villa. As for the rest, you can save it for Yasmine’s dowry.”

No matter how Pamela tried to persuade her to stay, Cynthia still moved out.

Henry, supporting the tearful Pamela, said, “Maybe it’s for the best that Cynthia and Filip separate for now. It might give them both time to calm down, which could help their relationship in the long run.”

Pamela, choking on her sobs, nodded. “No matter what, I’ll only accept Cynthia as my daughter–in– law.”

Cynthia loaded her luggage into the car. After saying her goodbyes to Henry, Pamela, and Matthew, she prepared to leave.

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To her surprise, Filip followed her to the car. As Cynthia opened the door, Filip grabbed her arm. “Cynthia, have you had enough of this?”

Cynthia looked at him with a confused smile. “You think I’m just acting out?”

“You deliberately mentioned Lilian’s pregnancy to put her in a bad light. You still care, don’t you? You don’t really want to break up with me. You’re just trying to force the Yates family’s hand, to make them pressure Lilian into an abortion. Cynthia, you’re truly vicious,” said Filip.

Cynthia shook her head, a touch of exasperation in her voice. “Filip, I’ve hated you and Lilian, but I’ve never wanted to harm your child. No matter what I say, you won’t believe me, so let time tell the truth.”

She shook off Filip’s hand and got into the car. After starting the engine, Cynthia rolled down the window and looked up at Filip with a smile. “Filip, this time I’m really letting you go. I wish you and Lilian happiness.”

With that, the car sped away from the Yates residence. Filip stood in the courtyard for a long time.

When she used to cling to him, he was utterly repulsed. But now that she was really gone, he felt a strange emptiness inside. Especially the look on her face before she left–so calm and serene, as if she had let go of everything. That expression, devoid of anger or joy, left him feeling uneasy, like a weight pressing on his chest.

He wondered if Cynthia had truly let go, or if she was simply putting on a show for everyone.

Cynthia left the Yates residence and drove straight to Greenfield Villa. As the car stopped in the driveway, the sky had already darkened, but the entire house was lit up.

Before long, a tall figure emerged from inside. When Cynthia saw him, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Mr. Bennett, what are you doing?”

Jonathan knew exactly why she was laughing. He looked down at the apron he was wearing. “I made dinner, waiting for you to come back and eat.”

Cynthia was surprised. “You can cook? Wait, how did you know I’d come over today?”

Jonathan smiled, and for a brief moment, his usually cold eyes seemed to warm up. “It’s a man’s intuition.”

Cynthia didn’t say anything, just opened the car’s trunk. “Help me with my luggage.”

After they moved the suitcases into the house, Cynthia didn’t rush to unpack. Instead, she followed Jonathan to the dining

room.

The table was filled with all sorts of delicious dishes. Cynthia was taken aback. “You made all of this?” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Jonathan nodded. “Took me three hours. There’s also soup–I’ll go get it.”

Earlier that evening at the Yates residence, had barely eaten anything. Now, faced with the table full of beautifully

presented and fragrant dishes, she realized she was actually hungry.

The two sat at opposite ends of the dining table and began to eat. Cynthia took a bite of the steak and was astonished. “This is delicious! How did you learn to cook?”

“I was sent to study abroad in Enmeria wh..

I was thirteen. I stayed there for seven years,” he said briefly.

Cynthia understood immediately. Enmeria was notorious for its bland cuisine. If students wanted authentic food from home, they had to learn to cook for themselves. Most foreign students came back as excellent chefs.

“Do you cook often?” she asked.

Jonathan shook his head. “Barely, I cooked today to celebrate

“Celebrate what?” Cynthia was puzzled.

He replied calmly, “To celebrate you making the right decision

After dinner, Jonathan voluntarily cleaned up the kitchen while Cynthia stood in the doorway, holding a cup of coffee, watching him wash the dishes,

Jonathan had a model–like physique, perfectly proportioned. Even his back was enough to make someone’s heart race.

In public, he was always distant and noble, seemingly out of reach. But with Cynthia, he seemed like a completely different

person.

Over the past three years, Cynthia had never done any chores in this house.

Jonathan did the chores, folded clothes, and even came up with endless ways to please her in bed. Afterward, he would gently hold her and bathe her.

She had always thought he was just a seductively trained man, but he had such a prestigious background. Even now, Cynthia found it hard to believe.

When Jonathan finished cleaning up and came out of the kitchen, he noticed Cynthia still holding a cup of coffee and frowned. “Drinking coffee this late? Don’t you want to sleep?

Cynthia smiled. “I already have insomnia, so it doesn’t matter.”

Cynthia had always suffered from insomnia. On a good night, she could sleep for three hours.

Jonathan knew this all too well, having slept beside her for three years. She often turned over in the middle of the night, and when she couldn’t sleep, she would get out of bed.

Many nights, when he opened his eyes, he’d see her sitting on the balcony lounge chair, staring up at the stars.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow slightly. “If you can’t sleep, that’s fine. We can do something else.”