Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

At this point, Jonas couldn’t care less about the sudden changes in her behavior. He didn’t stop Melinda from entering the room.

He had eaten nothing since lunch yesterday and had been feeling painful spasms in his stomach. Cold sweat had broken out along his forehead, and his complexion was pale, making his blue veins alarmingly prominent against his skin. It wasn’t until he had some breakfast that his situation started to get better.

Even now his vision was slightly blurry, and he struggled to focus on the piles of paperwork that needed seeing too. Melinda sat down to collect herself. She closed her eyes and was taking a few deep, calming breaths when a shadow loomed over her, and she blinked a few times to clear her vision and gain better focus.

When she opened her eyes she was greeted by Jonas’s handsome face, his dark obsidian eyes full of intent. Melinda felt her heartbeat pick up pace. A familiar feeling stirred within her, reminding her of the moment she first met Jonas.

She had been attracted to him at first sight, and the tug at her heartstrings at this very instant was reminiscent of the bitter past. It felt like a very long time ago.

"You—"

"You—"

They spoke at the same time, then stopped, and looked into each other’s eyes.

They had been silently staring at each other for a few minutes, lost in their own thoughts, when the door suddenly clicked. They both jumped, and the spell was broken.

William strode into the room with some papers in hand, and then paused halfway. His gaze went back and forth between the two, noting the rather awkward atmosphere. He had a nagging feeling he interrupted something significant.

"Mr. Gu, here’s the information you wanted." William hurriedly placed the documents on a nearby table before scurrying out of the room.

When they were alone again, Jonas cleared his throat, but neither said anything. They settled down and dove into the task at hand, joining efforts in investigating the incident.

Soon the sun was setting, and meals and snacks had been had, but they managed zero progress. When they arrived home, Jonas had a ghastly, exhausted expression on his face.

"How are things going?" Nelson asked as soon as the couple entered the foyer. He had been worried all day, and with good reason. He had spent his life pouring his heart and soul into Soaring Group. Jonas gave a weary sigh and ran a hand over his face. "It’s all under investigation still."

Apparently it wasn’t the answer Nelson wanted to hear. "Jonas, I entrusted the company to you, and this is what you do with it! Financial crisis? Do you even understand how grave this situation is?"

A vein was popping on Nelson’s temple, so Melinda quickly came between them and tried to cajole the older man. "Grandpa, please calm down. All of this is just a setback caused by many factors. Jonas never meant for this to happen, and I’m sure he can take care of this matter."

"Yes, I’m sure my brother can handle it." Yulia was standing at the foot of the stairs, and was wearing a cold expression as she glared at Melinda.

She never did like the woman. But she would always support Jonas, especially since he was the one putting food on the table.

"I have a lot of questions still unanswered," Jonas finally said in a tired voice. "I’m going to another city to look into the finances."

he still had a stubborn and arrogant air about him, and it irked

briefly marveled at how blind love could make a person, wondering how she never noticed all the red flags in the

she decided it would be better to serve as a buffer so the arguments would not escalate any

I’ll go with Jonas. I’ll be keeping an eye on him, so you don’t have

had been immensely worried about the status of their relationship. Perhaps

without a second thought, but not without

in acknowledgment of the

which wasn’t an easy arrangement for Melinda. She had led a carefree life in recent months,

asleep on the car ride. Jonas was with her in the backseat, poring over the documents

of his shoulder. She gently rubbed her cheek against the

contact, and he slowly set aside the papers he was

lips formed a thin flat line. For a while he only stared straight ahead, lost in his thoughts. Then he rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if bracing himself. Without any further

about it that he didn’t notice the glances the driver was stealing

the deal. Beside him Melinda stirred, the motion bringing her face closer to his cheek. Jonas turned to check on her, and his mouth accidentally landed against her lips. He sat there, silent and dumbfounded at this development, but made no move to change it. Instead he stared at her closed eyes, familiarizing himself

they were this close; neither was it the first time they kissed, but it was the first time he felt...warm. Warmth was the only word that came to

eyes suddenly popped open. She took a second to register what was happening. Then she frantically jumped back in her seat, bumping her head against the roof

the sore spot on her head, her

jumping out of the car and letting the ground swallow her whole when

a mischievous glint. Melinda started

voice startled them both, and whatever

Jonas

they finally arrived at the hotel. Refreshed from her nap in the car, Melinda was now feeling a little hungry, and she

up to Jonas alone, he would have dived right into work, but the look on her face made him rethink. A little detour wouldn’t hurt, surely. So they had a light meal before going over the ledgers that

him company the whole time, assisting him when necessary. She had told their grandfather that she was tagging along to supervise him, but in truth she did a lot more than that. Thanks to her, they managed

weight. She was already slim to begin with, and she’d only gotten thinner in the past few days. If a strong wind were to blow past them, he had no doubt she’d be swept away easily. He, on the other hand, had been looking better and growing

the time off tomorrow afternoon," he said over dinner when they finally returned.

to Melinda for looking out for him, and it pricked his conscience that it took a great deal out of her to do so. He knew she was fond of shopping, and saw how her eyes would dart to

calm, unaffected expression, but it didn’t

sleep well that night, and she kept telling herself it wasn’t because she was excited to go out with Jonas. Not at all. In an effort to distract herself from that line of thought, she focused instead on deciding on the shops to visit on their city

most of the morning rummaging for clothes to wear. Jonas had bought her tons of clothes from when they were pretending to be a happily married couple, but she seldom wore any of those. Today, for

on a nude dress, which greatly suited her gentle temperament. It had a unique neckline that showed off her neck and collarbones, and accentuated the delicate features of her

had won the genetic lottery, and

really need much. Given her face and her figure, she could give supermodels a run