Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon novel Chapter 178

09:49 Sat, Nov 9 

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Chapter 178 

“Jonathan, let go of me!” Cynthia struggled hard but found her ankle was restrained, unable to move. She thought, ‘How did Jonathan, who couldn’t even fight, become so strong?‘ 

She was slightly scalded, but it was just a splash of broth. It wasn’t very serious. 

Jonathan stared at her foot for a moment, finally letting out a sigh of relief, yet he didn’t release Cynthia immediately. “If you’re fine, why were you yelling earlier?” 

Everyone heard the piercing scream just now. Cynthia frowned and said, “It wasn’t me who yelled, it was Jessie.” 

From over there, Jessie’s heart–wrenching cries echoed once again. “Chicken cacciatore, oh no! What’s wrong? Don’t, you haven’t even had a romance with my taste buds yet. You can’t die!” 

Jonathan furrowed his brow and finally let Cynthia go. She immediately stood up and stepped back a couple of steps, keeping some distance between them. 

After a moment of silence, she finally managed to say, “I’m sorry 

Jonathan looked at her calmly and asked, “Sorry for what?” 

Cynthia felt a mix of guilt and disappointment. “I ruined the chicken cacciatore you spent hours making.” 

Jonathan had spent the entire day focused on it. He carefully picked each ingredient, and every step was incredibly intricate. He watched over the stove carefully for hours just to keep the perfect temperature. 

To say Jonathan poured his heart and soul into that pot of chicken cacciatore would be an understatement, yet her carelessness had ruined it. Deep down, Cynthia knew if she had been the one who messed up, she would have gone crazy with frustration. 

But Jonathan kept his cool. “I can make the chicken cacciatore again tomorrow,” he said, his voice level. “But if you get hurt because of it, I might end up hating the dish forever.” 

Cynthia was taken aback. She looked into Jonathan’s calm eyes, ton of waves. 

his words delivered flatly, as if offhand, but they hit her like a 

The live chat was a flurry of activity: 

[What???] 

[What’s going on here?] 

[I can’t believe it!] 

[No one’s saying anything? If no one speaks up, then I won’t either!] 

[I’m a blabbermouth, I can’t hold it in! I’ve been rooting for Mr. Bennett and Cynthia since the beginning, and now I can finally say it openly!] 

[These two bicker every time they meet, but don’t you think they’re like one of those love–hate couples?] 

[When Jonathan saw Cynthia get burned and instantly scooped her up in his arms, it truly made my heart skip a beat.] 

[Who can relate? Jonathan’s words feel like a confession!] 

[No way! What about our dear Preston?] 

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09:49 Sat, Nov 9 

Chapter 178 

[Am I the only one concerned about how stunning their kids would be with those looks?] 

[Isn’t this supposed to be a survival show? How did it suddenly turn into a dating show?] 

[The person above is mistaken, this is clearly “Master Chef.“] 

The live room was buzzing, and Cynthia felt her ears burning up. 

With a poker face, Cynthia said, “You’re crazy. Nobody should hate chicken cacciatore.” 

Jonathan didn’t know what to say. 

After dropping that bombshell, Cynthia turned and walked away 

The live chat continued: 

[Is she allergic to romance or what?] 

[Did my newly shipped couple just break up?] 

[Yay! There’s still hope for you, dear Preston!] 

Preston just came over. He had just seen Jonathan picking up Cynthia, similar to that night when the king cobra attacked. He had never seen Uncle lose control out of worry like that in his entire life. 

Now, it was the second time on this island. Preston felt a bit down but still walked over to Cynthia, asking with concern, “Cynthia…” 

Cynthia glared at him, making him distant himself. “Are you okay?” 

Cynthia replied, “I’m fine.” 

Preston and Cynthia walked towards the long table. Ethan was fixing one of the table legs, talking to himself, “It was fine just a second ago. How did it break suddenly? That’s strange.” 

Jessie was still upset about the chicken cacciatore. Although the pot broke, it wasn’t shattered. At least half was still at the bottom. 

Jessie carefully brought over some cookware to gather the remaining food. 

Nina saw this and her face turned red with anger. “Alex, why did you do that? That was Jonathan’s hard–earned effort over several hours. What you did was just too much.” 

Alex maintained his innocence, a slight smirk playing on his lips. With his classic good looks and charming eyes, he resembled a refined scholar, but his mischievous smile gave him the air of a spoiled nobleman. 

Alex said, “Nina, I’m doing this all for you. Don’t you hate Cynthia?“/ 

“I… I…” Nina’s face turned red, unable to speak, as if someone had uncovered her deepest thoughts.