"Cynthia, it's me."
Cynthia rolled her eyes, thinking, What does he want now? And at this hour?
"Cynthia, are you really not going to let me in?"
With a sigh, she walked over and opened the front door, letting Jackson into the villa.
Inside, the house was quiet. Zachary had gone out to buy groceries, so it was just the two of them.
Jackson made himself comfortable on the sofa. "Cynthia, I haven't had breakfast yet. I'm used to having you make it for me."
Her voice was cold. "Didn't Ms. Dale cook for you?"
Of course she knew he hadn't been home lately. She knew about the affair. There was no point pretending anymore. He could be with his mistress openly now. He could spend the night at her place if he wanted.


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