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."

his undeniable fatigue, he still had a stubborn and

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

it would be better to serve as a buffer so the arguments would not

with Jonas. I’ll be keeping an eye on him, so you

the two. He had been immensely worried about the status of their relationship. Perhaps this was a good opportunity for them to mend whatever it was that was

thought, but not without cautioning his grandson. "Don’t let

of the

carefree life in recent months, and the diligent work that their investigation required had taken

exhausted her, and she immediately fell asleep on the car ride. Jonas was with her in the

She gently rubbed her cheek against the fabric of his shirt, as if seeking

contact, and he

and his 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 thought he reached out to cradle Melinda’s head and adjust her

notice the glances the driver was

upheld their ends of the deal. Beside him Melinda stirred, the motion bringing her face closer to his cheek. Jonas turned

by no means the first time they were this close; neither was it the first time they kissed, but it was the first time he felt...warm. Warmth was

she had felt his intent gaze, Melinda’s 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

spot on her head, her face flushing with

the car and letting the ground swallow her whole when she heard Jonas chuckle. She stared at

mischievous glint. Melinda started to think she might not have woken

at the hotel." The driver’s voice startled them both, and whatever spell there was in the back seat

hand over her dress. She glanced at Jonas next to her, and saw

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

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

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 to solve the problem by

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

off tomorrow afternoon," he said over dinner

him, and it pricked his conscience that it took a great deal out of her to

right then." Melinda was wearing a calm, unaffected expression, but it didn’t escape Jonas how

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

wear. Jonas had bought her tons of clothes from when they were pretending to be a happily married couple, but

gentle temperament. It had a unique neckline that showed off her neck and collarbones, and accentuated the delicate features of her face. She accessorized with a thin platinum necklace, and wore

the genetic lottery, and she had never required much effort to look attractive

dressing up, although she didn’t really need much. Given her face and her figure, she could give supermodels