A Ruling Passion – Chapter 1890

As Aristotle was faced with the barrage of questions, he began to lament silently. ‘If it weren’t for you, I would’ve been done with whatever I was doing just now.’

Aristotle had been maintaining his image as a reliable elder brother to Cynthia, but Plato had provoked him too far that he instantly cursed as he said, “Enough, I don’t have the f*cking time to be bothered with you. We’ll talk when you get back. I’m hanging up now.”

Aristotle had always been very proficient at ending conversations cleanly. In an instant, the world became peaceful again.

Then, Aristotle recalled how Cynthia had run off in a panic. ‘I suppose I won’ t be able to maintain my usual image any longer. I’ve already kissed her, so it wouldn’t be appropriate to pretend to be innocent anymore, would it?’

He stood up and tidied his shirt before heading downstairs. He took a glance and noticed that Cynthia was hiding in the kitchen to help with the cooking. Hence, he stood by the kitchen door and called out, “Come here, Cindy.”