Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 209

Cynthia chose a table further away, deliberately positioning herself and Fred where she wouldn’t have to see Father Benedict and Director Bell. The idea of watching them together was enough to ruin her appetite.

But she’d barely settled in when Benedict, tray in hand, strolled over and took the seat right beside her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Fred immediately shot to his feet, ready to intervene.

Benedict fixed them both with a stern look, his voice low and clipped.

“I need to discuss something work-related with you.”

Without even glancing his way, Cynthia picked up her tray and shifted closer to Fred, making her feelings clear.

“Go ahead. I’m listening.”

Benedict’s expression soured. Cynthia would rather sit next to Fred—who took up half the bench—than be near him? The insult stung, and he couldn’t hide his irritation, eyes narrowing as he stared at her.

Cynthia didn’t spare him a second glance. She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, face impassive, watching him as if she were completely unmoved by his presence.

“If you’re not going to talk, Mr. Shepard, I’ll start eating,” she said coolly.

Benedict swallowed his frustration, working to keep his temper in check.

“Cynthia, we can talk while we eat.”

He tried to act caring, even transferring some of her favorite dishes from his plate to hers, like he used to do when things were good between them.

Cynthia didn’t touch her food, didn’t even look at the plate.

“With you here, I don’t have much of an appetite.”

Benedict gripped his fork a little tighter, a flicker of pain and annoyance passing through his eyes as he looked at her.

“Cynthia, please don’t do this. I’ve got a splitting headache, my wound’s still throbbing—”

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