Zachary went back to the villa feeling annoyed. He wanted some peace and quiet, but then he noticed Cain and Kyle observing him from the shadows. He knew they were tasked by Henry to observe him and Cynthia, so he had to keep the act up no matter how reluctant he was.
He changed into casual attire and came to the hot spring, where Cynthia was resting.
Cynthia was wearing a thin silk dress, her hair tumbling down her back, and she was soaking her feet in the hot spring. The nurses who were taking care of her praised, “You’re beautiful, Ms. Blackwood.”
“Yeah, you look so pure and innocent, Ms. Blackwood. You’re like a fairy.”
“Yeah, she does give off that vibe.”
The girls chatted away, and Cynthia smiled. The breeze blew and her hair danced along, elevating her beauty to greater heights.
She was different from Charlotte. Cynthia looked pure and innocent, like she was a fairy from outside this world, while Charlotte was noble and elegant, just like an angel. Zachary looked at her for a few moments and approached the lady.
“Mr. Nacht!” One of the nurses quickly bowed when she noticed him.
“Mr. Nacht.” Everyone else backed off. Cynthia was flustered at the sight of him. She tried to take her cape, but her movements were hindered by her wound, and she almost fell into the spring, but Zachary managed to save her in time.
She loosened up and fell into his embrace. Zachary noticed the smell of flowers coming from her as she leaned against his chest like a damsel in distress.
“Are you alright?” Zachary pushed her away easily and covered her with his suit.
‘Thank you,’ Cynthia gestured as she threw a loving look at him.
Zachary sat on the recliner and waved the servants down. At the same time, Cain was hiding in the bushes nearby, holding up a phone and turned it in their direction.
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