Chapter 12 I Hate Betrayal

His voice was low and cold, with a feeling of disgust and anger. She was at a loss. She frantically checked her fingers, which had just been carefully cleaned. They were fair and not dirty at all. Looking at her ignorant eyes, Alston remembered the scene he had just seen at the window. Why were they so close? When did they meet? Yesterday, she begged him to go to work. Was it that she just wanted to see Ivan? The more Alston thought, the angrier he became. When Cynthia came over, he grabbed her neck with one hand. His eyes were full of anger. "I hate betrayal, Cynthia. If you dare to betray me, I will make you suffer." Cynthia was short of breath and looked at that demon-like man in horror. She grabbed his wrist with her slender fingers tightly. She didn't know what she had done wrong. She loved him so much that she never thought of betraying him, and she just slapped Ivan for him.