Chapter 80
But as he laughed, a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes.}
“You were traumatized when your grandmother passed away; you lost your memory.”
“You used to hate me,” he said softly, his fingers lightly rubbing the prayer beads. “You even slapped me once.”
I stared at him, stunned. “Why? You’re such a good person!“}
“Because…” He met my gaze. “I was Ambrose’s business rival, and you were his wife. I took a deal from him, and when he fell ill, you came to confront me.”>
“But…” He hesitated. “You’re already divorced. He did so much that hurt you.“}
I pouted. “Was I that unreasonable back then?“>
Kaden suddenly laughed, his eyes welling with tears. The sunlight caught his lashes, making him look almost unreal.}
“That Ambrose treated me so terribly; there’s no way I’d like him,” I blurted out before stopping myself. “You’re far more handsome than he is. I’ll like you instead.“}
The prayer beads slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor.
He leaned in suddenly, his hand gently resting on my head. His warm breath brushed softly against my face.
“Okay.”
“But…” He picked up the prayer beads, his voice almost a whisper.
“When your memory comes back, you can’t leave me.“}
“I’ve already waited for so long.”
From that day on, Kaden treated me with even more tenderness. I often found him in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, preparing porridge. “President Campbell never cooks,” his assistant remarked in shock, his glasses slipping down his nose.}
Kaden shot him a glance, and the assistant immediately fell silent. But I noticed the tips of Kaden’s ears turning a faint shade of red.} Under his careful attention, I grew stronger and healthier each day.
One evening, as he was adjusting his tie, I grabbed his sleeve, my curiosity bubbling. “Do people usually bring their partners to business events?”
His hands froze mid–tie, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he glanced at me. “Hmm.”>
“Then take me,” I shook his arm lightly, “I’m going stir–crazy staying home!“}
“You might run into Ambrose,” he said, his brow furrowing.
“So what? He’s just my ex–husband,” I waved it off casually. “Why would I be afraid of seeing him?”
Kaden suddenly tightened his grip on my hand so firmly that I gasped. He didn’t let go even as we climbed into the car.
When the private room door swung open, the lively chatter of the room came to an abrupt halt.
“Kaden!” a young heir exclaimed, his eyes widening. “Who’s this beauty?”
“My woman,” Kaden’s words rang out, and instantly, the room fell into a heavy silence.§
Another man’s eyes widened. “Wait, isn’t that Ambrose….“)
Before he could finish, the door flung open. The moment our gazes locked, a sharp, searing pain shot through my Ambrose’s face drained of color. He rushed toward me, grabbing my hand. “Jasmine!”
“Let go!” I gasped in pain, pulling my hand back sharply.
Kaden stepped in front of me, pulling me behind him. His voice w
“Bullshit!” Ambrose’s forehead veins bulged with fury. “Kaden! Do you
or not!”
she’s mine now.”
chest.
wife?! This is kidnapping! I’ll call the cops, believe it
Voices erupted around us, trying to diffuse the escalating tension. But in the next Ambrose’s fist slammed into Kaden’s face.
Hot–headed, I rushed forward, shoving Ambrose with every ounce of strength. Then, with all my might, I slapped him.
The sound of the slap echoed, silencing the room.”
Sensing the situation spiraled, everyone quickly vanished, leaving only the three of us.
Ambrose held his face, his eyes burning with rage. “Jasmine, you hit me for him?”
“You hit first!” I shot back, glaring. “Now, you should apologize!“}}
