Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 57 A Woman

Henry raised his eyebrows-they were talking about a woman? Ethan was actually stirring up such a fuss about finding a woman that he was coming to Boston early?

The thought piqued Henry's interest. Exactly who was this woman that warranted such urgency from a man like Ethan?

"It's settled then. I'll take care of everything personally for Ethan tomorrow night," Henry said, glancing at his assistant to check his schedule. "Push back my appointments for the next few days. I've got to be available for Ethan's stay here in Boston."

His assistant caught on to the importance of Ethan, but by the way Mr. Patrick spoke, it seemed like Ethan was merely a pretext.

Because Henry's gaze never left Jasmine.

"Look into the Douglas and the Wilson families. Find out why she's in Boston," Henry commanded. He had been longing for a chance to go to San Francisco ever since Jasmine was released. He never anticipated that she'd show up on his doorstep. Leaning back in his chair with a deep look in his eyes, Henry mused that this time Jasmine had brought this upon herself...

And he certainly wasn't going to let her go easily now.

"She's... isn't she just a receptionist at the club?" His assistant was stunned, unable to make the connection between her and the prominent Douglas and Wilson families of San Francisco.

Henry paused, then looked up sharply. "Ben, how long have you been with me?"

Ben stuttered nervously, "Si-six years, sir."

"You didn't recognize her?" Henry felt an unexpected tightness in his chest.

Jasmine had changed so much.

Even Ben had failed to recognize her.

Shocked, Ben brought a hand to his lips. "I... I can't believe she's changed so much." Jasmine Wilson, the heiress.

In his first year on the job, Ben had learned of his CEO's interest in a serene, noble wealthy heiress—the one woman their CEO yearned for but couldn't have.

And now, just six years later, she had completely transformed.

"Mr. Patrick, does she know about what you..." Ben trailed off, hesitant to finish.

Henry gave him a stern look. "Watch your mouth."

Ben bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Patrick, my mistake."

After recognizing Jasmine, Ben couldn't help but steal several more glances at her, his gaze filled with tension.

It had been six years since he first saw Jasmine. He had just graduated and was interning under Mr. Patrick's wing, so he accompanied him to San Francisco. He remembered watching Jasmine perform a solo ballet on stage at the opera house.

She was breathtakingly beautiful on that stage.

Ben knew Jasmine was meant to be a radiant, noble swan, a pure white presence gracing the skyline.

It wasn't until later that she found herself in the mire, with no one to lend a helping hand. All the men who couldn't win her love wanted to trample her underfoot, to see her humiliated and eagerly await her to grovel before them.

Undoubtedly, Henry had won. The Jasmine of six years later had lost her edge and showed up beside him as a shadow of her former self.

Jasmine had transformed completely.

"Mr. Patrick, what do you think of this look?" The image consultant asked, presenting Jasmine for Henry's approval.

Henry took his time before responding. "I preferred the long hair."

Subconsciously, Jasmine's hand went to her head, her posture shrinking, and her gaze lowering.

She had once taken pride in her raven hair, naturally sleek and straight even without attention. But like her pride, it had been mercilessly cut off.

"Take care of the bill," Henry instructed his assistant.

Jasmine followed anxiously. She at least needed to know the price.

Noticing the panic in Jasmine's eyes, Ben spoke up softly. "The short hair suits you too."

Jasmine hesitated then gestured helplessly. "Can I... just have one? It's too, too expensive."

Ben still remembered their first conversation. Jasmine had asked him, with a bright and alluring smile, "Being an assistant must be tiring, huh? Having to chase girls for your boss."

Back then, she was radiant, almost ethereal, setting all hearts racing.

She handed Ben a bottle of water and accepted the white rose from him. "Your boss would hassle you if I didn't accept it, right?"

To Ben, Jasmine was that princess with beauty, kindness, and pedigree - someone who should always stay unattainable.

But seeing a moonlight goddess dragged through the muck was utterly disheartening.

"Are you sure you want to be with our boss?" Ben asked quietly when they were alone, probably feeling guilty.

He knew that Henry had feelings for Jasmine, but his version of affection...

Over the years, Henry had a string of women - all ballet dancers, all reminiscent of Jasmine's old self. No matter whom he dated, traces of Jasmine lingered.

After a moment, Jasmine managed a weary smile. "I don't have a choice..."

If there had been another option, she wouldn't have stooped so low.

But now, stripped of self-respect, did she even have a chance to choose?

Staying with Henry was surely better than being at the mercy of Daniel and those villains.

Ben cast his gaze downward, feeling a sense of regret. "Don't worry about clothes. Mr. Patrick has always been generous to women, and I'm sure he'll be even more so with you. Staying by Mr. Patrick's side, at least you'll be safe. As long as he's willing to keep you around, you won't have to worry about anything else."

In Ben's eyes, what he once thought of as pure moonlight was, in the end, tinged with the colors of the mundane world.

think any less of Jasmine now; he was just reflecting on

remained silent, her

"Where are you staying?"

way

blankly out the car

arrived in this unfamiliar city days

the city, giving Jasmine a

growth... it's so rapid." Jasmine gazed out

had been to Boston in her teens when it was a less developed

as a big city

back then, believing that every city

it seemed to lose some

high-end malls, hotels, and entertainment venues; they're all Mr. Patrick's properties," his assistant said with a smile as

window, quietly watching the world

snow from the recent fall, though

in prison, what Jasmine longed for most

gaze remained fixed on the world outside, Henry's eyes stayed on her. "Let's go to

off guard, drove to

snowy scene in the park, a rare smile gracing

for

cold?" Henry furrowed his brows as he saw Jasmine's hand reach out to

warm..." Jasmine offered a

there, stunned, realizing he had never known her to be so easily

years ago, he had spared no expense at an auction to buy her jewelry, eager

always trailing behind Daniel, hardly sparing a glance for

to see the snow and have her this happy? Maybe he never really

no one else seemed to

Francisco, did you? Ever have a snowball fight as a kid?" Henry draped his coat

he playfully tossed

paused, looked at the snowball in her hand for a

laughter carried a tinge of

at Jasmine, his expression not particularly good. "Let's go, we're

He regretted...

ago, he had gone to visit Jasmine in

him.

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Chapter 58 Boston

Jasmine fell asleep against the

for his assistant to turn up the heat and switch off the music,

let her off the hook. I heard Daniel is coercing her into marrying the son

Ben's voice was hoarse.

the

gaze growing heavy as he looked out the

must have been

years ago, he'd felt Daniel wasn't worthy

then, Jasmine only had eyes

in, initially as a hostess. Seems

by the club with Emily. It's not the

home," Henry said, resolute in his decision not

a

9, or..." Ben hesitated,

the years, Henry had many women, most of whom

with Henry the longest

brought any woman back to his own place. "We're going

at Henry in

word from Henry, Ben

was Henry's own home, a place no

temples as he watched

to let

...

San Francisco.

Richard's auto repair shop.

sat in the courtyard, deftly solving a Rubik's cube. At only five years old, he was exceptionally fast at

kid, where are your folks?" Called a man from behind the wheel of a van,

at work, no car repairs

was moonlighting as a bodyguard for the wealthy: one day on, one

was

Open the

skeptically. "Can't take candy from strangers,

Are you a

taken aback by the little troublemaker. "Hey, who taught

just trying to be nice by offering

not my uncle, and I've already got

eat it?" Justin put down the cube and

"Open the gate, I'm really not

want to take

Justin's indifference, the man grew stern and got back

him to bring the child in, and he was just

the

of another person made the man in

Without any further thought, Liam, holding snacks, approached the gate. "Justin." Seeing Liam,

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