After a while, Cynthia's tone softened unexpectedly as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Liam, do you want me to go to the hospital and let another man examine me? Eric is the most convenient and reliable choice!"
"If you don't like it, I won't ask him again," she said, her lips almost brushing against my cheek.
In the past, I would have been taken aback by such affection.
With someone as warm and lovely as her in my arms, any man would struggle to resist.
But at that moment, I realized her affection was merely a diversion.
Love can resolve misunderstandings, but this situation was far from a simple misunderstanding.
I refused to delude myself any longer.
I released her hands and turned towards the bedroom.
"Cynthia, let's just take a moment to cool off!"
Cynthia stomped her foot behind me, furious. "Liam, don't say I didn't give you a chance! You're just getting too demanding!"
This was my first time engaging in a cold war with her, but it wasn't the first time I felt uneasy about her closeness to Eric.
When Eric came to our city to pursue his medical doctorate, Cynthia drove my car to pick him up from the train station, leaving me to squeeze onto the subway during rush hour.