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

remained silent,

"Where are you staying?"

the way back,

out the car window, momentarily

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

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

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

to Boston in her teens when it was a less developed

as a big city and Boston was

then, believing that every city had its own unique cultural charm and

it had developed, it seemed to

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

against the window, quietly watching the

still held fresh snow from the recent fall, though the

prison, what Jasmine longed

Jasmine's gaze remained fixed on the world outside, Henry's eyes

caught off guard,

surveyed the snowy scene in the park, a

snow for its purity and

as he saw Jasmine's hand reach out to catch the

Jasmine offered a rare smile

realizing he had never known her to be so easily

expense at an auction to buy her jewelry, eager to elicit a smile,

then, Jasmine remained aloof and was always trailing behind Daniel, hardly sparing a

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

one else seemed

a kid?" Henry draped his coat over Jasmine's shoulders, crouched beside her, and started to mold a

he playfully tossed it

paused, looked at the snowball in her hand for a long

laughter carried a tinge

at Jasmine, his expression not

He regretted...

had gone to visit Jasmine in prison, but

him.

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Chapter 58 Boston

way back, Jasmine fell

up the heat and switch off the music, driving smoothly

ready to let her off the hook. I

Ben's voice was hoarse.

why all the cruelties of the

gaze growing heavy as he

someone like Daniel, she must have been blind...

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

Jasmine only had

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

now living in an apartment provided by the club with Emily. It's not the best place," Ben said

resolute in his decision not

a

9,

women, most of whom visited the

with Henry the

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

looked back at Henry in surprise, as if seeking

word from Henry, Ben headed

home, a place no woman had ever

he watched

let her

...

San Francisco.

Richard's auto repair shop.

Rubik's cube. At only five years old, he

where are your folks?" Called a man from behind

at work, no car

for the wealthy: one day on,

Justin was home

candy. Open the gate for me, and

eyed the man skeptically. "Can't take candy

Are you

the

just trying to be nice by offering

my uncle, and I've already got candy here too.

put down the

child's smarts. "Open the gate, I'm really not

to take you

and got back in his van, preparing to ram the

bring the child in, and he

the gate, a

made the man

thought, Liam, holding snacks, approached the gate.

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