Chapter 147 The Unusual Cynthia
On the way, James kept trying to find topics to chat with Cynthia.
But Cynthia seemed uninterested in talking to James, looking distracted as if she was thinking about something.
In this moment, Cynthia found herself contemplating her plan for the day. She was experiencing a great deal of internal conflict and uncertainty about whether she should proceed with it.
Half an hour later, Cynthia parked the car in front of a villa.
Although Cynthia's villa couldn't compare to James's, it would still be considered luxurious by ordinary standards.
"Get out, we're home!"
Cynthia seemed to have made up her mind, her expression resolute as she spoke to James.
"Okay!"
James nodded lightly, then reached out to open the car door and got out.
"Cynthia, where's your humidifier? I'll help you carry it up."
After getting out of the car, James softly said to Cynthia.
"James, you probably haven't lived in a villa like this, have you?"
Cynthia didn't answer James's question but instead changed the topic with a seemingly random statement.
Hearing Cynthia's words, James couldn't help but smile. He thought to himself that not only had he lived in such ordinary townhouses, but he also owned three standalone villas that were several times more luxurious.
"You definitely haven't," Cynthia pouted and said.
Although James didn't know why Cynthia was asking him such a question, he still replied softly, "I really haven't."
"Come inside with me!"
Cynthia, in her high heels, walked towards the villa.
"Cynthia, didn't you say you needed help moving the humidifier? Where is it?" James asked Cynthia with a puzzled expression.
"I just got a message from the delivery company saying the humidifier hasn't arrived yet!" Cynthia replied softly.
Hearing this, James couldn't help but frown, looking very helpless.
This woman had brought him here in the middle of the night solely for the purpose of showcasing her villa.
"Cynthia, since the humidifier hasn't arrived yet, I'll head back first. When it arrives, I'll come over to help you move it."
After saying this, James turned to leave, feeling that something was off about Cynthia.
Seeing James about to leave, Cynthia quickly called out, "James, wait a minute!"
"Is there something else?" James asked, frowning.
"My computer is broken. Can you help me fix it?"
Cynthia bit her red lips, looking nervous as she spoke to James.
"Cynthia, I don't know how to fix computers. How about I come over tomorrow and take it to get repaired?" James wasn't lying; he really didn't know how to fix computers.
"Just come in and take a look. You guys definitely know more about computers than we do. If you really can't fix it, I'll find someone else to help!"
As she spoke, Cynthia pulled James into the villa.
James had no choice but to follow Cynthia inside.
Upon entering, James took a brief moment to observe the decor of Cynthia's home. It was undeniably exquisite, but it lacked the warmth and familiarity of a true home. Surprisingly, it didn't resemble a place where a woman would typically reside. The majority of the furniture was designed in cool tones, creating an indescribable and somewhat unsettling atmosphere.
'This woman's home is too cold.' James couldn't help but think to himself.
"My computer is on the table. Go take a look."
Cynthia kicked off her high heels, walked barefoot into the living room, and pointed to the computer on the table.
James nodded and walked towards the computer.
As James settled onto the sofa, Cynthia's immediate instinct was to intervene and prevent him from doing so.
But after hesitating for a moment, she swallowed her words and said expressionlessly, "James, just fix the computer here. I'm going to take a shower. Don't touch anything in my house, okay?"
"Okay."
James nodded, then opened the computer and started examining it seriously.
Cynthia glanced at James, then turned and walked into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
After quickly operating the laptop, James casually tossed Cynthia's computer onto the sofa and appeared perplexed as he glanced towards the bathroom.
Although James didn't know much about computers, he wasn't an idiot. After a brief check, he found that Cynthia's computer was running smoothly, both in terms of booting up and internet connectivity. There was nothing wrong with it, and he didn't know what he was supposed to fix.
Furthermore, the more James pondered over the events of the day, the stronger his sense of unease grew.
Earlier, Cynthia said she needed help moving the humidifier, but now she said it hadn't arrived. Then she asked him to fix the computer, but the computer had no issues at all!
"What is this woman trying to do? Could she have found out about my identity and wants to kidnap and extort me?"
A terrifying thought crossed James's mind.
If it were the old James, he wouldn't have had such concerns. After all, he used to be a poor guy with no money to give even if he were kidnapped.
But now it was different. James was worth billions. If he were really kidnapped, it would be a big problem.
Thinking of this, James couldn't help but take a deep breath, then got up to leave the eerie villa.
But just as James was about to leave, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Cynthia, freshly showered, walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair as she softly asked James, "James, where are you going?"
Cynthia had changed out of her professional outfit and into a lace camisole nightgown. Her long, white legs were exposed to the air. Despite not wearing stockings, Cynthia's calves appeared smooth and elegant. Her delicate face was flushed from the shower, adding an extra allure to her appearance.
Seeing Cynthia's steamy appearance, James couldn't help but freeze in place.
"Cynthia, your computer is fixed. I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now."
James took a deep breath to clear his mind, knowing he couldn't be swayed by her beauty at this moment.
Cynthia, with bare legs, walked up to James, asking seductively, "It's so late. What do you have to do?"
"What are you doing, Cynthia?"
At this moment, James and Cynthia were very close. James could clearly feel the heat from Cynthia's body and the faint fragrance emanating from her.
Seeing James like this, Cynthia couldn't help but smile. She then turned and walked to the TV cabinet, bending down to open a drawer.
While James was still puzzled, Cynthia took out a large stack of cash from the drawer and placed it on the table.
"James, sleep with me, and all this money will be yours!"
Cynthia commanded James like a queen.
