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.

now; he was just reflecting on the ways of the

remained silent, her

"Where are you staying?"

the way back, Henry

the car window,

arrived in this unfamiliar city days ago and hadn't had a

to drive around the city, giving Jasmine a chance to

rapid." Jasmine gazed out at Boston's vibrant nightlife with wide- eyed

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

only San Francisco counted as a big city and Boston was

had argued back then, believing that every city had its own unique

that it had developed, it seemed to lose some of

venues; they're all Mr. Patrick's properties," his

against the window, quietly watching

still held fresh snow from the recent fall, though

in prison, what

the world outside, Henry's eyes stayed on her.

off guard, drove to

of the car, Jasmine surveyed the snowy scene in the park, a rare smile gracing her

for its purity

he

a rare smile in response to

never known her to be so

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

aloof and was always trailing

to just bring her out to see the snow and have

one else seemed to

fight as a kid?" Henry draped his coat over Jasmine's shoulders, crouched beside her,

he playfully tossed it at

snowball in her hand for a long time, and then burst

laughter carried a tinge

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

He regretted...

years ago, he had gone to visit Jasmine in prison, but she had refused to

him.

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Chapter 58 Boston

Jasmine fell asleep against

up the heat and switch off the music, driving

found out... Miss Wilson escaped to Boston on her own. The Wilson and Douglas families don't seem ready to let her off the hook. I heard Daniel is

Ben's voice was hoarse.

of the world seemed to target

heavy as he looked out

like Daniel, she must have been blind... Bad luck in meeting the wrong

years ago, he'd felt Daniel wasn't

Jasmine only

a hostess. Seems like Miss Wilson doesn't drink much, and Emily, being somewhat decent, put her on reception duty instead." Henry furrowed his brow

now living in an apartment provided by the club with Emily. It's not the best

home," Henry said, resolute in his decision not

into a rental

Mansion No. 9, or..." Ben hesitated,

years, Henry had many women, most

Henry the longest and always met him

back to his own place.

looked back at Henry in

word from Henry,

Henry's own home, a place no woman

temples as he watched Jasmine sleep. This time, he

let her go

...

San Francisco.

Richard's auto repair shop.

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

behind the wheel of a van, peering through

"Uncle's at work,

as a bodyguard for the wealthy: one day on,

was home

Open the gate for me, and I'll take

the man skeptically. "Can't take candy from

Are you a

taken aback by the

to be nice by offering

I've already got candy here too. Would you

put down the cube and

admiring the child's smarts. "Open the

want to take you

got back in his

the child in,

into the gate, a black sedan pulled up

sight of another person made the

the car, eyeing the van suspiciously. Without any further thought, Liam, holding snacks, approached the gate. "Justin." Seeing Liam, Justin

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