Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

Naomi was just as annoyed. “Hector, what is wrong with you?”

Secing Naomi’s face made Hector’s heart skip a beat. He couldn’t help but remember when he kissed him earlier. The warmth of her lips and his fragrance seemed to linger around his mouth

Hector’s face quickly turned bright red. Naomi seemed to sense something was wrong with him. She instinctively reached out and placed a hand on his forehead, asking with some concer), “Are you sick? Why is your face so red?”

Hector had a strong reaction. He quickly stepped back, as if he were avoiding a potential danger.

Hector’s expression was extremely displeased, and his voice was icy cold. “Naomi, unless there are important things, let’s not see each other anymore. Stop bothering me.”

Without giving Naomi a chance to react, he turned and went inside. The glass door slammed shut, and the long curtains completely separated them.

Naomi was stunned. She had no clue what happened. She only felt that Hector’s behavior was bizarre and his attitude just moments ago was genuinely infuriating.

Ever since Hector showed up, Naomi had been genuinely open and warm towards him, treating him like her best friend because of their childhood bond.

At first, Hector seemed pretty normal, but lately, he had been acting all strange. Now, he behaved like he disliked her, which truly infuriated Naomi.

“Humph,” she scoffed, waving her hand dismissively as she climbed down from the tree. Once on the ground, she shouted. “Hector, I don’t need friends who look down on me. From today on, we’re

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After saying that, Naomi walked away without looking back. Hector heard Naomi’s words from his room, feeling like a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

But ever since he was a kid, he thought he understood human nature and believed he was above the ordinary world. He hated the feeling of losing control, and somehow, Naomi made him feel just that. He needed to get a grip and refocus.

Meanwhile, Cynthia had another sleepless night after returning home, even though she was completely exhausted. She watched Jonathan sleeping peacefully next to her.

Cynthia turned to look at him for a while. She knew Jonathan had been very tired and stressed lately, but he never shared his burdens with her. Just a moment ago, he had been so gentle in pleasing her.

Looking at Jonathan’s face so close, Cynthia felt warmth rising in her heart. She didn’t know when it started, but Cynthia realized she was falling more and more in love with this man.

Cynthia leaned over, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then got up and went to the study on the fourth floor.

Sitting at her desk, Cynthia opened a drawer. Inside was an old cell phone that Luke had used to settle accounts. It belonged

to Silas.

Actually. Keith had fixed it a long time ago. Coincidentally, Cynthia received it on the same day as Lilian and Filip’s wedding. So many things happened at that wedding

Afterward, Cynthia practically stayed at the hospital all the time so she still hadn’t turned on the phone.

She knew this phone held secrets regarding Lilian and Silas. Cynthia already had an answer whether it was Lilian who killed Silas. Lilian’s plans and actions were far more complex than she had imagined.

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Should she turn it on and reveal the secret? Cynthia hesitated for a long time but, in the end, she decided not to turn it on. Instead, she put the phone in a box and stashed it on the top shell of the bookcase.

Lilian was already gone. The facts didn’t matter anymore, and Cynthia didn’t want to know either.

She thought, Lilian, I don’t want to remember those dark and cryptic things. Let everything be buried with your departure That’s what Cynthia thought at the time.

However, at that moment, she didn’t know that this phone would work like a landmine at some point. On one calm and breezy night, it would completely bring a piece of exploding news, turning her world upside down.

After Cynthia put away her phone, she went back to her room. Unable to sleep, she stepped out onto the balcony. Jonathan soon woke up.

He took a blanket and draped it over Cynthia’s shoulders. “What are you thinking about?”

Cynthia pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders and said, “I want to visit Lilian’s child tomorrow.”

Jonathan wrapped his arms around Cynthia from behind and said, “If you can’t stop thinking about that child, why not make him our godson?”

Cynthia looked up, curious. “You don’t mind?” She was surprised that Jonathan wasn’t jealous since the child was Filip’s. She began to wonder when Jonathan became so open–minded.

In the past, Jonathan definitely would have minded. But Lilian did die protecting Cynthia. Regardless of who Lilian was or the past grudges and grievances, all of that had faded away with her passing.

More importantly, he knew Cynthia would feel guilty about this child and wouldn’t be able to let go easily.

Jonathan simply replied, “I don’t mind.”

Cynthia shook her head. I’ll care for the child, but not as a godmother. I guess I’m more like an aunt to him anyway.” Pamela had already recognized Cynthia as her goddaughter, making her the child’s god–aunt. The title wasn’t important. What mattered was that she should make it up to the child. Of course, she also took into Jonathan’s feelings.

Jonathan held her even tighter. “Cynthia?”

“Hmm?”

“How about we have a child?”

Cynthia was taken aback; she had never thought about it. Then she suddenly said, “Shiloh once told me that having children could be dangerous for me.”

Jonathan paused for a while, then with a serious face said, “Then we won’t have any.”

Cynthia burst into laughter. “You believe that? I was just joking with you.” Shiloh did make such predictions, but Cynthia wasn’t superstitious. She didn’t know why Jonathan’s mention of kids brought that to mind, but it just slipped out.

Jonathan still had a serious look. “Anyway, we won’t.”

Cynthia became intrigued, wanting to tease him. She turned with a charming smile. “We can have some children. How do you want to do it?” she said, reaching for Jonathan’s robe.

Jonathan quickly ran inside. “No way. Let me go. If you come any closer, I’ll call for help!”

Cynthia pinned him to the bed, her hand playfully lifting his chin while displaying a sly yet charming smile. “Go on, shout all you want. See if anyone comes.”