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

remained silent,

"Where are you staying?"

way back, Henry

car window, momentarily lost in

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

gestured to his assistant to drive around the city, giving Jasmine a chance to take in

gazed out

been to Boston in her teens

as a

then, believing that every city had its

had developed, it seemed to

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

window, quietly

held fresh snow from the recent fall,

prison, what Jasmine longed

on the world outside, Henry's eyes

guard, drove to

the car, Jasmine surveyed the snowy scene in the

snow for its

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

feels warm..." Jasmine offered a rare smile in response to

realizing he had never known

no expense at an auction to

and was always trailing behind Daniel, hardly sparing a glance for

to just bring her out to see the snow and have her this happy? Maybe he never really knew what

one else seemed

have a snowball fight as a kid?"

playfully tossed it

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

laughter carried a tinge

stood up and looked at Jasmine, his expression

He regretted...

years ago, he had gone to visit Jasmine

him.

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Chapter 58 Boston

Jasmine fell asleep against the

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

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

Ben's voice was hoarse.

cruelties of the world seemed to target this

growing heavy as

Miss Wilson could have ever liked someone like Daniel, she must have been blind... Bad luck in meeting the wrong

ago, he'd felt Daniel wasn't worthy

Jasmine only had

Miss Wilson showed up at the club. One of the managers there, Emily, was her cellmate in prison. They needed extra help for a business gala, and Emily asked Miss Wilson to step in, initially as a hostess. Seems like Miss Wilson doesn't drink much, and Emily, being somewhat decent, put her on

living in an apartment provided by the club with

resolute in his decision

a rental with

No. 9,

years, Henry had many women, most of

Henry the

woman back to his own

at Henry in surprise, as if seeking

Henry,

a place no woman

he watched Jasmine sleep. This time,

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

where are your folks?" Called a man from behind the wheel

up. "Uncle's at

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

was

got some candy. Open the gate for me, and I'll take you out to

"Can't take

with you. Are you a

taken aback by the little troublemaker.

be nice

not my uncle, and I've already got

it?" Justin put down the

"Open the gate, I'm really

to take

Justin's indifference, the man grew stern and got

bring the child in, and he was just following

as he was about to drive into the gate, a black

person made the

van suspiciously. Without any further thought, Liam, holding snacks, approached the gate.

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