Staring into Jason’s eyes, Estre saw how wrapped up he was in the moment. Seizing the opportunity,


    she bit him yfully and then pushed him away with a raised hand. “Getting a little toofortable,


    aren’t we? Jason, that’s harassment. Don’t think I won’t sue you.”


    Jason raised his hand and gently touched her slightly swollen lips. “Or you could harass me back,” he


    said with a shameless grin.


    Estre just stared at him, that grin stered across his face. After a moment, she saidnguidly,


    “Jason, haven’t you been a bit too cheerful these past days? Have you forgotten I cheated on you?


    That I have a son?” The man was too cocky; she needed to douse him with a reality check.


    Right on cue, Jason winced at the reminder. It wasn’t that Isaac wasn’t adorable, but the thought of


    Estre with someone else made him green with jealousy. Clearing his throat, he conceded, “I ept


    it,” and added, “I’ll treat Isaac as my own, and protect him as I would myself.”


    Jason had his doubts, but he knew this wasn’t the time to delve into those with Estre. Right now, his


    priority was to set the right tone to charm Estre and win her back.


    Estre couldn’t help butugh at his naivety. “Treat him as your own? Dream on, Jason. If you want a


    son, go have one yourself.” With that, she grabbed her purse from the table.


    Jason quickly reached out to stop her. “Do you really have to go? Can’t you stay a little longer? I


    promise I won’t do anything.”


    “Let go, Jason, or I’ll scream.”


    His promises were empty as far as she was concerned. If she didn’t leave now, she was certain things


    would escte between them. After all, neither were saints or particrly concerned with maintaining


    image.


    With a final warning nce at Jason, Estre shook off his hand and headed for the d “If you pull any


    more stunts, you can forget about ever seeing me again.”


    Jason muttered under his breath about herck of gratitude, but he followed her out the


    door nheless.


    “What do you want now?” Estre snapped as they reached the sidewalk.


    With roguish charm, Jason replied, “I want you Will you let me?”


    Estre spun around and kicked him. “You really felt nothing for me,” he gasped, then quickly added,


    “I’m just walking you out.”


    Once they were downstairs, Drew was waiting by the car, ready to take Estre home. Jason, hands in


    his pockets, gave Drew a casual nod. “Take her home,” and then softly told Estre, “Send me a


    message when you get there.”


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    In that moment, Jason was the picture of calm andposure, the golden frame of his sses still


    perched on his nose, his demeanor still noble, as if the man who had been yfully teasing Estre in


    the hospital room wasn’t him.


    Estre didn’t give him another nce as she bent to enter the car.


    Watching the car drive away, Jason allowed himself a small, sly smile. He was


    determined to win back Estre, even if it meant risking it all.


    But then again, Estre’s im that she hadn’t set that fire and that she had no memory of it at all sent


    Jason back into a contemtive silence. What really happened seven years ago? What about all that


    damning evidence?


    It wasn’t until the ck Maybach fadedpletely from view that Jason went back inside. Jason had


    wanted to drive Estre himself, but her patience seemed to have worn thin for one evening. Any


    further insistence would likely push her over the edge.


    He’s dead set on getting her back, but he knew he had to y it smart and not push her too far.


    On the drive back, noticing Estre’s swollen lips, Drew wisely kept quiet, confident that Mr. Jason


    would eventually win Ms. Estre back.


    The next morning, after breakfast with Isaac at home and discussing Isaac’s early education ns with


    Autumn, Estre prepared to head to work.


    After hugging and kissing Isaac goodbye, Estre was about to go to the garage when she noticed


    Jason’s Maybach parked outside her house.


    Was he here with some crucial clue that he had remembered and sent Drew to report?


    With a nod to Autumn, Estre headed straight for the Maybach.


    Drew stepped out to open the car door for her, and there was Jason, as handsome an dignified as ever,


    even with bandages on his face.


    Despite her reservations, Estre got into the car. The car started, and Jason handed Estre a stack


    of documents, pressed her hand into an ink pad, and without any discussion, had her press her


    fingerprints onto the papers.


    Jason flipped through the documents so quickly that Estre barely had time to grasp th content before


    her prints were stamped onto them. She caught glimpses of what seeme like shares and assets in the


    paperwork.


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    “What’s this? Am I signing my life away?” Estre teased.


    After she had pressed her fingerprints onto thest of the documents, Jason released her hand, took


    out a pen, and began to sign her name on the papers, mimicking her


    handwriting. “Darling, with this move, I’ve handed over my entire fortune to you. I’ll be


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    depending on you to support me,” he said with a cheeky smile.


    The documents Estre just stamped weren’t just for Jason’s properties and assets, but also included


    all his shares, funds, stocks, and other rted documents for transfer and


    eptance.


    Now truly left with nothing but himself, Jason had made himselfpletely vulnerable to


    her.


    Estre looked at Jason with mock disdain. “You can go ahead and y your games; it’s no skin off my


    back. But fair warning, Jason, once it’s in my pocket, it’s noting out. Don’t expect a dime back.”


    Estre had expected some revtion about the fire, but Jason had surprised her with this early


    morning stunt instead.


    There was a silence that stretched on until all the paperwork for Estre was signed and sealed. Jason


    slid the documents into a briefcase with a flourish and said, “Babe, I’ve really gone the extra mile this


    time. I promise you, no more antics to tick you off.”


    Estre let out a bemused chuckle. “You’re maxed out on credit with me.”


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    Sensing that she was still holding a grudge, Jason rubbed his temples for a moment before leaning his


    head on her shoulder in a yful disy of affection. “I’ve been up all night, wracking my brain on how


    to get back in your good graces, and how to make you smile. I’ve got a headache just thinking about it.”


    Estre just gave him a look. When it came to shamelessness, Jason had nopetition. Drew,


    gripping the steering wheel with both hands, caught glimpses of the pair’s interaction through the


    rearview mirror. Watching Jason’s puppy-dog antics with Estre was almost too much. Drew had to


    stifle hisughter so hard he’s afraid he would burst.


    Drew was pretty sure he was the only one with theposure to handle this scene. If it had been Lee


    driving, the man would have been cracking up for sure.


    Estre pushed Jason’s head gently away from her shoulder and said, “This is what you bring up first


    thing in the morning?”


    Just as she spoke, they were passing by a high school entrance, and the road ahead wa a bit


    congested. Vendors lined the street, peddling breakfast items, and right next to thei car, there was a


    stall selling fresh pancakes.


    Drew usually didn’t take this route, but today there had been a minor pile-up on their usual way back,


    so he had detoured.


    Jason turned to Estre and said earnestly, “Yeah. I rushed over to see you and skipped breakfast.


    Honey, would you grab me a pancake from that stand?”


    The moment Jason finished his sentence, Drew couldn’t hold back hisughter any