Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 38

Benedict's expression darkened visibly, his voice dropping as though he didn't want to disturb Cynthia's grandmother resting nearby.

"I can't come over?"

Cynthia met his wary gaze and let out a cold, mirthless laugh.

Benedict's face remained stony as he got straight to the point, impatience lacing his words.

"You had the house renovated without telling me. We're about to get married—when our families come, where exactly are they supposed to stay?"

He'd stopped by the house earlier today, only to find it swarming with contractors. After some pressing, he learned it was the owner who'd ordered a full remodel.

Cynthia felt a wave of relief that he hadn't yet realized she'd actually sold the place.

"They'll stay in a hotel, of course. Cloudcrest City is full of them—should be enough rooms, don't you think?"

Her tone was careless, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Benedict stood off to the side, silent and brooding, his brow furrowed in irritation as he stared at her.

Cynthia recognized the warning signs—he was on the verge of losing his temper—but she had no intention of playing along with his moods anymore.

"The house is in my name. It's my property. What I do with it is none of your business, Benedict. You're overstepping."

His voice grew icy. "We're getting married, Cynthia. Are you telling me you'd renovate our future home and not even bother to let me know?"

Cynthia shot back, "Since when does a newlywed couple's house only belong to the bride? That's not exactly normal, is it?"

Benedict's eyes narrowed, his stare heavy.

"Cynthia, do you realize how petty you look right now? If you cared about this, you could've told me sooner. I can buy us a new house, that's not the issue. But you springing this on me last minute—are you trying to embarrass me?"

Frowning, Benedict fished out his phone and declined the call, but before he could pocket it, the ringtone started up again.

Cynthia watched him with icy, unreadable eyes.

A hint of guilt flashed across his face.

"It might be urgent from the office. I'll take this outside."

Maybe she'd just heard too many lies lately, because this time, his excuse didn't stir any emotion in her at all.

With a frosty glance, Cynthia turned away, gathered up the trash from the garden, and headed inside.

Benedict, tense and distracted as he took the call a few steps away, glanced over at her now and then. Seeing she had no intention of paying him any attention, he finally lowered his voice and muttered into the phone,

"It's not a big problem, right? Don't panic. I'll be there soon."