Cynthia's POV:
When I woke up, I found myself snuggled against Simon's shoulder as if I had been there all night.
My movement quickly woke Simon, who turned to me with a gentle smile. "Awake?"
I felt a bit embarrassed, tugging at the clothes I was wearing, and realized that at some point, my damp clothes had been changed into a somber black suit.
Suddenly, my heart sank.
The clothes I wore last night were exactly like Jasmine's!
Cold sweat broke out along my back in waves...
However, I knew that this was not the time to panic.
I forced myself to calm down. "Thank you, Mr. Hynes. I can handle the rest on my own."
Simon stopped me as I reached for the urn. "Come with me. Don't be in a hurry to refuse."
After he spoke, he started the car.
I noticed him casually resting one hand on
