Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 210

Cynthia didn’t even look at him. She picked up her fork and, one by one, pushed all the food he’d placed on her plate right back onto his.

Her face betrayed nothing as she performed these deliberate actions, but Benedict’s expression grew darker by the second, his anger almost tangible.

He scowled at her, clearly expecting a reaction.

But Cynthia had lost her appetite entirely.

“Mr. Shepard, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t show up in front of me while I’m eating next time. Honestly, just the sight of you makes me sick to my stomach,” she said flatly, standing up from her chair.

Benedict took a deep breath, his jaw tight as he struggled to keep his temper in check. In the end, the anger won out.

“Cynthia, do you really think you bear no responsibility for how things ended up between us?” His voice was low and accusing.

Cynthia frowned, her gaze dropping to Benedict slouched in his seat. The disgust in her chest only deepened.

Dominic had been right all along.

She really had been blind.

Blind for seven long years.

Fred, seeing that Cynthia was about to leave, hurriedly shoveled a few more bites of food into his mouth—clearly, he hadn’t had enough yet.

Cynthia paused when she noticed and said, “Don’t worry. Take your time and finish your meal.”

Fred shook his head but stood up as well. “My job is to stay close and protect you, Miss.”

Cynthia quirked an eyebrow. She knew people with their line of work usually had healthy appetites. And he’d spent the whole morning standing guard outside her office—she couldn’t let her own issues with Benedict ruin someone else’s lunch.

She sat back down. “Go ahead and eat. I’ll wait.”

Without waiting for a reply, he strode to the entrance, grabbed Giselle by the arm, and dragged her away.

As Giselle left, her eyes were locked on Cynthia, burning with resentment. If looks could kill, Cynthia would have been riddled with invisible daggers by now.

Cynthia met her gaze with perfect composure, her expression unreadable.

From the look on Giselle’s face, you’d think Cynthia was the villain in her story.

How could she blame her?

Hadn’t Cynthia already let her be the star of the wedding, given her exactly what she wanted? She’d made sure Benedict would never forget Giselle—at his own wedding, no less. What more could she possibly want?

If anyone deserved the blame, it was Benedict.