Chapter 26

Zachary's expression suddenly darkened, and he said in a low and hoarse voice, "Cynthia, get up." Cynthia was drunk. Her mind was a blur, and she had no idea where she was. Thinking it was Yasmine, she mumbled, "Stop it. I just want to rest... This pillow feels so uncomfortable..." As she spoke, she tried to move away with a look of distaste. Zachary gritted his teeth. She was lying on him but still complaining? "Cynthia, say that again, and I'll make you regret it." His voice was filled with restraint, both dangerous and commanding. Cynthia only felt irritated by the noise. She turned over and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Sweetheart, you're being bad today... Be good and let me hold you. We can sleep together." Sweetheart? Cynthia actually thought he was one of her men! The air around Zachary turned frigid, his displeasure evident. Just as he was about to lose his temper, Cynthia suddenly kissed him, trying to soothe him like one would a child. Her lips were soft, a