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

remained silent, her

"Where are you staying?"

the way back,

out the car window, momentarily lost in

unfamiliar city days ago and hadn't

drive around the city, giving Jasmine a chance

it's so rapid." Jasmine gazed out at Boston's

in her teens when it was a less developed

San Francisco counted as a big

city had its own unique cultural

it had developed, it seemed to lose some

all Mr. Patrick's properties,"

the window, quietly watching the

trees still held fresh snow from the recent fall, though

years in prison, what Jasmine

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

guard,

out of the car, Jasmine surveyed the snowy scene in the park, a

the snow for its purity and pristine

brows as he saw Jasmine's

Jasmine offered a rare

realizing he had never known

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

was always trailing

out to see the snow and have her this happy?

one else seemed

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

he playfully tossed

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

carried

looked at Jasmine, his expression not

He regretted...

had gone to visit Jasmine in prison, but she

him.

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Chapter 58 Boston

Jasmine

to turn up the heat and switch off the

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 coercing her into marrying the son of the Douglas

Ben's voice was hoarse.

cruelties of the world seemed to

his gaze growing heavy

she must have been blind... Bad luck in

ago, he'd felt Daniel

back then, Jasmine only had eyes

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

Wilson is now living in an apartment provided by the

go home," Henry said, resolute in his decision not to let

a rental

No. 9, or..." Ben

years, Henry had many women, most

been with Henry the longest and always met him

woman back

looked back at Henry in surprise,

word from Henry,

was Henry's own home, a place no woman had ever

rubbed his temples as he watched Jasmine sleep. This

let

...

San Francisco.

Richard's auto repair shop.

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

man from behind the

glanced up. "Uncle's at work, no

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

Justin was home

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

eyed the man skeptically. "Can't take candy from

Are you a

man was taken aback by the little troublemaker. "Hey, who

just trying to be nice by offering you

I've already

put

the child's smarts. "Open the gate,

just want to

stern and got back

child in, and he was

about to drive into the gate, a black sedan pulled

of another person made the

the car, eyeing the van suspiciously. Without any further thought,

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