Before Estre could utter a word, Bryce pressed on, “Look, Estre, when ites to matters of the
heart, it’s better to rip off the Band-Aid fast. If you split now, you’ll be upset for, what, maybe a couple of
weeks tops? But if you don’t, the pain’s just gonna drag on. Why put yourself through that kind of grief?
You’re not exactly short on options, right?”
As Bryce continued, Marie’s expression turned so dark, it looked like a thundercloud. When the maid
brought in the tea and cookies, Marie snatched the tray with a severe look.
Later, when Marie stomped into the
wroom, she mmed the refreshments down in
front of Bryce and spat out, “Mr. Bryce, I remember Mr. Jason is your cousin. He never did you any
wrong, did he?”
“How can you, his cousin,e into his house and push his wife to divorce? And if I may be so bold,
you wouldn’t happen to have your eye on Ms. Estre, would you?” Marie was genuinely suspicious of
Bryce’s motives. If he wasn’t Jason’s cousin, Marie would have booted him out long ago.
What kind of cousin was that?
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Annoyed by Marie’s reaction, Bryce lounged on the sofa, legs apart, and said with an air of sincerity,
“Marie, aren’t you being a bit too overprotective of Jason? You know exactly what kind of man he is.
How often he’s been home to Estre since they got married? You can’t say you don’t know.”
“If Estre were your daughter, would you be happy to see her married to a man like Jason? Since
there’s no love and mutual affection, why force them to stay together? This marriage was a mistake
from the start, and when you realize you’ve made a mistake, you correct it promptly.”
Marie was left speechless by Bryce’s blunt words. He wasn’t wrong; Estre and Jason marriage was
indeed rocky, with Jason rarelying home. But Marie wasn’t one to concede defeat. She dreaded
the thought that Estre might actually take Bryce’s advic and go through with a divorce.
“So rtionships need time to gel,” Marie argued. “Besides, Mr. Jason and Ms. Estre have been
getting along greattely. He’s beening home nearly every day.”
Bryce chuckled, “They’ve known each other for nearly 24 years. If it’s not working, it’s not working. How
much more ‘gelling’ do they need?”
“Mr. Bryce, if you keep this up, I’ll be calling Mr. Jason and Mr. Keith,” Marie threatened, seeing that
Bryce was dead set on getting Estre to go through the divorce.
Estre, who was feeling extremely tired, yawned amidst their back and forth. “Bryce, give it a rest,”
she said.
Then she turned to Marie, “Look, Marie, this is just how Bryce is. Don’t take it personally. Plus, I can
make my own decisions.” Estre knew exactly when and what decisions to
make.
Marie rxed a bit. “Ms. Estre, you’re a smartdy. I trust your judgment.”
Bryce snorted, “Smart about everything except for marrying my cousin.”
Marie’s expression darkened, and she looked like she was about to throw her shoe at Bryce. It was no
wonder Mr. Jason always had it out for him.
Estre smoothed things over a bit before sending her off to attend to other matters. Once Marie left,
Bryce nonchntly cracked nuts and said, “Jason’s her golden boy. Of course, she’s protective.”
Estre shot back, “Don’t get too cocky. I know what I’m doing.”
Bryce teased, “Just making sure you’re not blinded by love.”
In Bryce’s eyes, Estre was a hopeless romantic.
Estre justughed at the absurdity.
After lunch at Sandalwood Oasis, Bryce was summoned away by a phone call and had to take off to
manage Velvet Voices KTV that night.
Once Bryce left, Estre nced at the photos on the coffee table. It was a beautiful day, perfect for a
walk.
As Estre’s lips curled into a sardonic smile, Marie reappeared. Noticing the photos, she said, “Ms.
Estre, those pictures don’t mean a thing. Better wait for Mr. Jason toe back and clear things up.”
Marie knew thatmunication was the cornerstone of any marriage and urged Estrell to talk to Jason,
confident he would exin.
Staring at the photos, Estre said calmly, “Marie, just burn these photos, will you? And need to
mention Bryce’s visit to Jason.”
There was no need to ask Jason; she already knew what his answers would be.
Holly’s mysterious resurgence was something she wouldn’t exin to anyone but Jaso So, there was
no rush to confront the issue. If there was anything between them, it woue to light eventually.
There was no need to act rashly and alert them.
As Marie picked up the photos, Estre smiled, “I trust Jason.” Only after Estre expressed her trust
did Marie leave to burn the photos.
Watching Marie’s retreating figure, Estre touched her belly and then went upstairs to rest.
After lunch with Holly, Jason drove her home.
When the car pulled up outside the Ledford family estate, Holly turned to stare at Jason and hesitated
to leave or speak.
Noticing her prolonged silence, Jason nced at her and reminded her, “We’re here.”
Jason’s words hung in the air when Holly gently caught his hand. “Jason.”
It had been over three years since they’dst met, yet he was just as charismatic and dashing as ever.
At the alumni g the night before, amidst the sea of faces, she spotted him immediately. Jason
always stood out, no matter the asion. He was perpetually the most dazzling one in the room.
Holly gripped his wrist, and Jason turned to look at her, “You take care now. Rest up at home.”
“Mhm.” Holly replied softly, her voice tinged with tenderness, before letting go of his hand. She
continued to stare at Jason for quite some time. After spotting the Maserati returning, she reluctantly
pushed open the car door and whispered, “I’ll be heading back then.”
“Yeah,” Jason responded, his voice casual.
Holly’s gaze lingered on him, filled with unspoken yearning, until she finally set her feet on the ground
and stepped out of the car.
“Miss,” the servant rushed over to support her.
Leaning on the servant, Holly didn’t immediately head inside. She waited until Jason’s car vanished
from her sight before reluctantly making her way back to the house.
Three long years, and not a single day had passed without her thoughts drifting to him. She had never
truly let him go.
What if he hadn’t…
However, life doesn’te with so many ‘what ifs.’