Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 155

Chapter 155 Justin's Hair Used for a Secret Paternity Test

From the time Jasmine finished breakfast to when she took Justin to school, her mood seemed subdued.

She was preoccupied, lost in thought.

Ethan glanced at Jasmine and asked in a serious tone, "Are you feeling all right?"

Jasmine quickly shook her head. "No, it's not that..."

She was just worried about Richard.

Jasmine was acutely aware of the boundaries in her relationship with Ethan. There was

a line that couldn't be crossed, an understanding of limits.

Richard, on the other hand, was somewhat emotionally naive.

Once, Richard had a crush on a girl, but their potential romance was destroyed before it started when Serena publicly accused him of being lecherous and abusive.

Since then, Richard led a simple life, raising Justin alone. In all these five years, no one dared to set him up with anyone. Those who were interested lost their enthusiasm upon learning he had a child.

Richard had no interest in seeking a partner either. He had grown accustomed to his solitary life, his focus on Justin and his mother, who was still in prison.

Actually, Jasmine's five years in prison were a torment for Richard as well-a shared suffering, one inside the prison walls, and the other outside.

"Pull over here for a moment," Ethan instructed the driver to stop by the roadside.

The driver hesitated but quickly parked the car.

Ethan got out and bought a milkshake from a nearby shop.

Jasmine, surprised, hurried out of the car. "Mr. Ethan, you like milkshakes? I can buy it next time."

Ethan handed her the milkshake. "It's for you."

Holding the milkshake, Jasmine was at a loss.

He bought it for her.

Tears briefly welled in her eyes before she lowered her head and followed Ethan back into the car.

"I saw you add a lot of sugar into your coffee," Ethan speculated, "I figured you might like sweet things."

reply. Her fondness for sweets came from bitter times when Ethan had told her to have a piece of

"Thank you, Mr. Ethan."

...

as Ethan's personal assistant was

Mr. Ethan," the employees greeted

distant nod in

icily aloof from the

difference between Ethan at home and at

here for a second," Liam called her over just before they got on the

hasn't started yet, what

but we

In fact, she had eaten already. She had eaten with Mr. Ethan.

the closed elevator door. He couldn't help but think that Ethan

seemed

Jasmine in the past. He decided

Jasmine. Clara had even maliciously planned to disfigure Jasmine with

looked at it, Jasmine seemed like a

the atmosphere was

sneakily at Ethan, not understanding why he suddenly seemed so

Jasmine called

now on," Ethan said with a deep

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confused. "Liam is nice, and we have

quite

Ethan started to say something but then stopped. He cleared his throat

wasn't the type to overflow with kindness, especially not for just anyone. He was only that

was openly defending her and subtly telling Ethan not to overwork his employees. It was pretty clear that his intentions

Ethan thought

with Mr. Otis from Stellar Enterprises in Hawaii has been successfully finalized. According to company policy, there is supposed to be a celebration tonight. Will you

fingers lightly tapped on the desk. He usually avoided company social events. Jasmine obviously knew this but asked anyway. She was probably

possible, could you break tradition and attend, and also personally commend Branson from the investment department in front of the executives and project team? It would greatly boost his sense of honor and pride in the company," Jasmine softly suggested

moment of silence, then Ethan

already called him, insisting he come home tonight

of an olive branch

home with me?" Ethan asked Jasmine for her

Jasmine nodded. "Whatever you

Jasmine was treating this

no matter what happens, I'm here for you," Ethan

her again.

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