Chapter 51
Chapter 52 An Old Flame
She had been inside for four years. She knew better than anyone that the rehab center had backing. Otherwise, how could they treat patients so outrageously!
“You don’t trust my abilities p>
“No, 1 p>
“Then trust me. I’ll help you p>
Perhaps inspired by Chandler’s determined gaze, her tense mood eased slightly.
Chandler checked the time. “It’s almost time for dinner. We haven’t seen each other in ages. Want to grab a bite p>
She quickly shook her head. “No, that’s okay. I’m going home p>
Chandler suppressed his over–eagerness and said in a relaxed tone, “Next time, then. I’ll drive you back.” After speaking, he paused, then asked nonchalantly, “Where are you living now p>
She lied. “I’m staying… at a friend’s house. It’s close. I can just… walk back p>
“All right. Let’s keep in touch. Call me anytime if you need anything p>
She nodded. After watching Chandler drive away, she turned and walked slowly toward her rented room.
In the car, Chandler’s smile faded. He called his assistant.
“I need you to look into something for me. As fast as possible p>
He needed to know what had happened to her in these four years to make her this way.
On the way back, Tatiana’s steps were a little lighter. She began to look forward to the day the rehab cente would be shut down for good. Content originally comes from.net
At a corner, her footsteps stopped.
A car was parked downstairs from her rented room. The license plate was familiar.
She instinctively turned to run, but two bodyguards had appeared behind her, blocking her path.
“Tatiana, the boss is looking for you. Please come with us p>
Tatiana bit her lower lip and, as if resigned to her fate, turned back.
The car window lowered, revealing that handsome, aristocratic face, which was clouded over with a dark gloom. “Get in p>
She didn’t want to get in, but the bodyguards behind her pushed her straight in.
The car drove off.
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Tatiana sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, trying to sit as far away as possible, as if afraid to even brush against him.
This resistant posture, which looked like disgust in Jasper’s eyes, only deepened the gloom in his gaze.
He spoke, his voice thick with sarcasm. “Are you that desperate to rekindle an old flame p>
She froze, not understanding what he meant.
Her silence became a confession.
A fire seemed to ignite in Jasper’s chest. His stare was suffocating. “Tatiana, have you forgotten my warning p>
“I haven’t forgotten! I didn’t… do anything. Don’t slander me p>
He sneered. “Utterly hypocritical p>
Back then, she had chased him relentlessly, inseparable, impossible to get rid of, making everyone think she was hopelessly devoted to him.
But behind his back, her relationship with Chandler was ambiguous. She was fickle.
He had personally seen her nestled in Chandler’s arms. The sight was glaring.
This kind of promiscuous woman is an expert at faking devotion!
“Tatiana, I warned you. Until this divorce is finalized, you are still Mrs. Jackson. If you dare do anything to damage the Jackson family’s reputation p>
She slowly raised her head, her expression numb, and finished his sentence very quietly: “You’ll kill me p>
For once, Jasper was speechless.
Tatiana added softly, “You’ll get your wish soon enough p>
A strange feeling flickered in his heart, but he suppressed it with that remark, his tone weary. “How many more times are you going to say that p>
Tatiana didn’t respond, just looked out the window at the passing scenery.
Her calm attitude unsettled him.
“Don’t you want to know where we’re going p>
So, she obliged him and asked, “Where are we going p>
“A family dinner. Grandfather specifically asked to see you p>
It sounded like he was specifically explaining his reason for being there.
Tatiana didn’t care. Whatever the reason, if he wanted something, she never had the right to refuse.
The driver, one of Jasper’s most trusted and composed men, almost lost his grip on the wheel when he heard that.
He had clearly heard Jasper offer to come home for dinner with the Old Master on the way here. How did that become the Old Master’s order?
But as a qualified confidant, he knew what to say and what not to say.
The car didn’t head to the old mansion. Instead, it went to the suburbs, taking several turns before stopping in front of an antique wooden gate.
A large boulder nearby was carved with the words: Oak Pavilion
She froze. She vaguely remembered this was the most expensive restaurant in their circles, with limited daily reservations, often used to host foreign dignitaries.
It was also the one place she could never follow him. Jasper often dined here, and every time, she could only wait outside.
The Jackson family was a permanent VIP here. With one order from Jasper, she couldn’t take a single step inside, even when she was the great miss of the Lowell family.
Because she had waited so many times, for so long, someone in their circle had even given her a nickname: “Lowlife Security p>
The security guard waiting at the gates of Oak Pavilion.
Thinking of this, a strong sense of shame washed over her. Her feet felt rooted to the spot, and she couldn’t move.
Jasper looked back. “Keep up p>
She suppressed her emotions and slowly followed.
The servers at Oak Pavilion were all tall, beautiful women in dresses. Their attitude was deferential. One proactively stepped forward to take Jasper’s coat and said, “Your private room is ready. It is the same as usual p>
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.