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.

Jasmine now; he was just reflecting

remained silent, her

"Where are you staying?"

the way

blankly out the car window, momentarily lost

unfamiliar city days ago and hadn't had a

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

Jasmine gazed out at Boston's vibrant nightlife with wide-

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

only San Francisco counted as a big city and Boston

back then, believing that every city had

had developed, it seemed

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

against the window, quietly watching the world

the recent fall, though

prison, what Jasmine

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

guard, drove

the snowy scene in the park, a rare

the snow for its purity

brows as he

warm..." Jasmine offered a

he had never known

at an auction to buy

trailing behind Daniel, hardly

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

no one else seemed to know

get much snow in San Francisco, did you? Ever have a snowball fight as a kid?" Henry draped his coat over Jasmine's

tossed it at

her hand for a long

carried a tinge of

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

He regretted...

to visit Jasmine in prison, but she had

him.

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Chapter 58 Boston

way back, Jasmine fell asleep against the

heat and switch off the music, driving smoothly and

to Boston on her own. The Wilson and Douglas families don't seem ready to let her off the hook. I heard Daniel is coercing her into marrying the son of

Ben's voice was hoarse.

fathom why all the cruelties of the world seemed to

growing heavy as he looked out the car

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

he'd felt Daniel wasn't worthy of

then, Jasmine only had

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 reception duty instead." Henry furrowed his brow and glanced at Jasmine, realizing that if he hadn't recognized

now living in an apartment provided by the club

in his decision

into a rental

9, or..." Ben

the years, Henry had many women, most of whom

who had been with Henry the longest and always met him

woman back to his

at Henry in

word from Henry, Ben headed

a place no woman had ever

his temples as he watched Jasmine

to 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 was exceptionally fast at

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

glanced up. "Uncle's at work, no

the

was

around. "Hey, little guy, I've got some candy. Open the gate for me, and I'll take

the man skeptically. "Can't take candy from strangers, and I'm

Are you a

aback by the little troublemaker. "Hey,

trying to be nice by

not my uncle, and I've already got candy here too.

eat it?" Justin put

the child's smarts. "Open the gate,

want to take you

grew stern and got

paid him to bring the child in,

was about to drive into the

made the man in the van drive off

out of the car, eyeing the van suspiciously. Without any further thought, Liam, holding snacks,

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