Night fell.Theodore had just returned to his office after a meeting.The moment he set his phone on the desk, he received an anonymous text message. There was nothing but a photo included."These are today's meeting minutes, sir. Do … " Clark stopped when he saw Theodore's expression. "What is it, Mr. Bassett?"Theodore set his phone down. A photo was on his screen.Clark curiously peered at it, only to find it to be a photo of two people eating in a restaurant. One was Willow, and the other was Matthew Evans, the lawyer who acted as Willow's counsel in the prior lawsuit."Isn't this Ms. Jett and Mr. Evans?" The moment Clark said this out loud, he realized something was off and quickly shut up. He carefully observed Theodore's expression. "They're just having a meal, sir. Maybe Ms. Jett has something she needs to consult Mr. Evans with."How bold of Matthew to set his eyes on the woman Theodore Bassett was interested in.Clark shivered lightly. Theodore never showed his emotio
"Clark?" Willow stared at the man who was paying his bill at the cash register. "You're having dinner here too?"Clark smiled forcefully and greeted, "Ms Jett."Willow instinctively glanced behind him. "Is Theodore here too?""Oh, no. I'm here alone for dinner."Willow heaved a sigh of relief. She said with a smile, "What a coincidence to meet you here."Clark nodded politely. He then greeted Matthew, who stood behind Willow, "Mr. Evans."Matthew waved hi.The three people then left the restaurant.Clark said, "Getting a cab at this hour won't be easy. Why don't I drop you off at Marldosa Gardens, Ms. Jett? It's right along my way back."Matthew stopped him. "No need. I can drive Willow home.""You live west of the city, don't you, Mr. Evans? It's pretty far. It wouldn't be convenient for you. You don't have to be so courteous," Clark replied."You sure know a great many things, Mr. Arden. Along the way or not, I'm obligated to make sure Willow reaches home safely since we h
Theodore's brows furrowed lightly."Ms. Jett didn't want to go home, Mr. Bassett. She insisted I bring her here," Clark reported from behind Willow, a pitiful expression on his face. He was worried Theodore would get angry at him.Theodore waved his hand gently, setting down a pot of tea on the coffee table. He said gently, "You're just in time. Have some tea with me."Willow's brows furrowed as she strode forth. "Don't you plan to explain yourself to me? Why did your assistant show up when I was having lunch?"Clark silently left the room, closing the door in the process."Would you believe me if I said it was a coincidence?""Coincidence, my ass!" Willow gripped her bag tightly. She would've tossed her purse right in Theodore's face if she wasn't still being reasonable. "This isn't your first time stalking me. Do you know how inappropriate this is?""When was the first time?""At the Japonian restaurant! Did you forget?""You sent me your location that time."Willow was at
Autumn had come to Emperia, the capital city. The air was slightly chilly.Willow Jett leaned against the door of the toilet cubicle as she stared at a photo on her phone. It was of a man's side profile. The man was her husband, Quentin Strand.There was a woman beside him, but her face had been blurred out. All that was visible was a tattoo of a rose behind her shoulder.Just then, she heard the sound of someone turning on the tap outside. The lowered voices of some employees followed this as they gossiped."Look at how Ms. Jett's always working and doesn't bother dressing up. Isn't she worried about Mr. Strand doing things behind her back?""I know, right? I think they've been married for almost three years, yet they still don't have any kids.""I heard it's because Ms. Jett can't have kids …"They soon left, and silence descended upon the restroom once again.Willow pushed the door of her cubicle open, looking pale. She looked at herself in the mirror—there stood a woman dre
"Willow?" Sonia waved a hand before Willow's eyes and blinked at her innocently. "Are you really okay? Should I call Quentin and tell him that you'll head home first while I help him in your stead?"Her expression was naive and oblivious.Willow's nails dug into her palms as she suppressed her emotions. She forced out a faint smile. "I'm fine. Let's get out of here."Confronting Sonia now and ruining the peace would only turn her into a laughingstock."Oh, okay." Sonia smiled. She wanted to link arms with Willow again, but the latter dodged her.A number of years ago, Strand Real Estate had already fallen from grace. But after Willow married Quentin, she'd spent the past three years making it rise from the dead. It had gone from being at the bottom of the ladder to being among the top companies in Emperia.This month, they'd even managed to score a deal with Bassett Corporation. A bright future lay ahead of them.When Willow came out of the restroom, the party had already starte
Theodore bet Willow had forgotten all about that meeting in their youth.Willow bit her lip. She couldn't see Theodore's face clearly. She asked awkwardly, "Could you help me find my glasses?"Silence was all that answered her. Theodore didn't say anything.Willow stood before him, her face red with embarrassment. Her bright eyes had a languid seductiveness. It was too bad they were unfocused, and she wasn't looking at him.Back then, he'd been forced to leave the country. By the time he returned, she'd already married someone else.Theodore gave an unfathomable chuckle before finding the glasses and handing them to Willow."Thanks." She reached out to accept them. She instinctively retracted her hand as her fingers brushed against his rough ones. "Sorry."She put the glasses on. Her vision was finally clear again.Theodore's eyes darkened a little. He looked away and turned to enter the banquet hall.Willow stood there for a few seconds longer before following him in.…"Yo
Sonia looked at her pitifully, but Willow saw the provocation in her gaze. In that instant, she understood something—Sonia was the one who'd sent that photo to her!She'd even revealed her rose tattoo on purpose to lay the truth bare.What about Quentin, then?Willow felt like her heart had been stabbed by millions of shards of glass. She looked at Quentin. Was it his intention to let her know, too?Was he forcing her to ask for a divorce?Quentin still looked like his usual tender self. "Willow, I'll help Sonia to the car so she can get changed. You should stay here and help me entertain the guests."Willow suppressed her bitterness and forced out a smile. "Alright."Still, her heart was heavy. She couldn't help recalling what she'd seen in the photo. Sonia and Quentin couldn't possibly go that far, could they?For some reason, she subconsciously followed Quentin and Sonia."Ms. Jett?"The elevator doors had slid open. Willow didn't notice this until someone called her name.
Quentin … Quentin …Willow stood up. Her glasses were long gone, revealing the bright, seductive eyes that were always concealed behind them.She took off her frumpy jacket and untucked her blouse. Then, she let down her hair, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders. After that, she retrieved a lipstick from her bag and removed her heels.In the restroom, Willow turned on the tap and let it run as she returned to her senses. She looked at herself in the mirror.Her reflection showed a woman with a gorgeous face and delicate features. Her face was bare, and her red lips were the only spot of color. Yet, her beauty was enough to take one's breath away.Back in college, she'd been the prettiest woman on campus. Countless men had had crushes on her and wanted to win her heart.She'd only put on those glasses, tied her hair up, and dressed frumpily because of what Quentin had told her after they'd married. He'd told her that she belonged to him and that he didn't want so many people