Cynthia could clearly hear a muffled thud.
The room was dark, with a half-open window letting in a sliver of light that fell on the two of them. Andrew's face was hidden in the shadows, his half-lowered eyelashes trembling slightly. His deep eyes were fixed on Cynthia standing in front of him.
"Andrew, I'm not in the mood to play games with you."
Cynthia's voice was cold.
The man behind her picked up a strand of her long hair, brought it to his nose, and inhaled gently. His magnetic voice sounded in her ear. "Cynthia, why are you with Wayne?"
Cynthia looked at him in disbelief, then laughed somewhat mockingly. She had forgotten how suspicious Andrew could be.
"You don't believe me. Or are you jealous?"
Andrew laughed softly, a cold laugh. His lips brushed her ear, and his low voice
