Chapter 126 Twisted Feelings
The moment those words of dismissal left her mouth, Cynthia's expression twisted with rage.
But she wasn't about to let it show right now. Instead, she quickly turned around to hide it: "Looks like your studio doesn't really welcome me, Yvonne. I'll go shopping and get a spa treatment then. See you later."
Yvonne rolled her eyes. Once Cynthia left, she locked the shop door right away.
Back in her car, Cynthia had already guessed what kind of garment Joanna had brought in to be made.
William had gotten the full picture of Linda's situation. Y was sick, and there was no one to take over making the sample garment, so she must have asked Joanna to find someone to do it.
From the moment she got off the plane until now, Joanna had only contacted Yvonne's studio, which meant there was a high probability that Linda's competition piece was having its sample made at this very studio.
Cynthia called William: "William, I think we can relax now. Linda actually found someone who knows nothing about design to arrange the sample garment production. No matter how amazing Y's design is, the sample team they found definitely won't be able to present the most perfect work."
William was still somewhat cautious and asked, "Why are you so sure?"
"Do you remember when we visited Teacher Gong last time, there was another girl in her hospital room besides Y?" Cynthia couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes.
William carefully recalled Joanna's presence.
"Here's the thing - that person is my fiancé's ex-wife. She's also friends with Y. Last time during the Blue Ocean Design Contest, she left the design drafts at home where I saw them, which led to the company getting accused of plagiarism. This time you need to help me get revenge together. I'm going to make Y and Joanna see their work become so terrible that even beggars would step on it twice!"
Hearing Cynthia's words, William's confidence swelled too: "Don't worry. If I were competing against Linda, I wouldn't be sure about winning first place, but this time it's just Y doing the main design work with Linda only providing opinions, so first place in this charity design competition will definitely be mine."
Cynthia's tone couldn't hide her excitement either: "Then let me congratulate you in advance! From now on, your reputation in the design world will be even greater than Linda's!"
"Hahahaha..."
William laughed heartily, already picturing himself winning the award while Linda coughed up blood in anger.
After calming down, he still cautioned: "But we need to be careful about one thing. Even I can't help but be amazed by Y's design talent. If you're able to, try to find out about their work. It would be best if you could photograph their sample garment, so I can have more concrete confidence in winning."
Cynthia's red lips curved up brilliantly: "Don't worry, leave this to me."
After hanging up, she had someone keep tabs on the studio's employees and set her sights on a newcomer who had just started interning not long ago.
She gave the person some money to photograph the entire process of making the garment.
After making these arrangements, Cynthia stopped worrying about it.
In her mind, first place this time definitely belonged to her and William.
Whether it was Joanna or Y, they would definitely lose to her!
In a great mood, Cynthia returned to Hillside Villa. For some reason, Chris had been preferring to stay here lately, so she could only sacrifice time building a relationship with Nicole to come back here.
Hillside Villa now looked pretty much the same as when Joanna left. Cynthia had tried to redecorate, but Chris kept finding other reasons to send her away.
Gradually, she realized that Chris just wanted to keep everything as it was.
If the layout of Hillside Villa changed, he probably would never set foot in here again for the rest of his life.
Cynthia certainly wouldn't do something so counterproductive. She carefully had the servants maintain everything as it was, embracing this man on the same bed where Joanna and Chris once slept together. The vengeful pleasure she felt inside was even more satisfying than slapping Joanna's face.
Night had fallen.
Cynthia lit incense, changed into a lace nightgown, and lay on her side on the bed.
She quietly listened for the sound of the car engine turning off - that meant Chris was home.
Ten minutes later, Chris came upstairs. Seeing the figure lying on the bed, for a moment he thought Joanna had come back.
But when he stepped forward and turned the woman's body over, his eyes filled with disappointment again.
"Didn't I tell you to sleep in the guest room?"
Cynthia's eyes reddened with grievance as she tugged the lace hem of her dress down: "I'm sorry Chris, I didn't want to disturb your rest either, but everyone hopes we can have another child. You haven't mentioned marriage again lately, and I'm a bit worried - is it because I didn't protect our child, and you're disappointed in me? Chris... will you leave me?"
Chris's anger instantly subsided, his expression becoming complicated.
Toward Cynthia, he felt both love and hate.
If it weren't for Cynthia, he and Joanna wouldn't have gotten divorced. Now when he came home, he could be eating delicious meals and smelling the familiar rose scent on Joanna.
Joanna would handle all the troublesome things for him, and all he needed to do was work.
Originally, he had agreed to the fake divorce with Joanna because of Cynthia's child. Now that the baby was gone, perhaps he could ask Joanna to remarry him.
But would Joanna really agree to remarry now?
Chris wasn't sure, and he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh to Cynthia, who had carried his child.
Right now he just wanted to escape.
Not getting an answer, Cynthia looked up, her cautious expression similar to Joanna's when she first married Chris.
For a moment, Chris felt dazed. He couldn't tell whether the person lying on the bed was Cynthia or Joanna.
An inner impulse made him lean down and pin Cynthia beneath him, his large hand beginning to caress her smooth skin.
"Chris, I love you, don't leave me..."
It was clearly Cynthia's voice, but Chris seemed to see Joanna's face before his eyes, saying: "Chris, I love you, forever."
In that moment, Chris couldn't control his reason and completely gave in.
By late night, the incense had lost its scent, and the room was filled with a sticky smell. Both of them were drenched in sweat.
Chris got up to shower and realized he hadn't brought a bathrobe. He instinctively called out: "Pass me a bathrobe."
But the hand that reached in had bright red nail polish, vivid and delicate.
"Chris, I don't know where the servants put your bathrobe. Why don't you use mine for now?"
A bathrobe mixed with Cynthia's body scent was handed over. Chris frowned and threw it into the bathtub.
She wasn't Joanna.
But hadn't he just been clear-headed enough when he gave in?