Chapter 597

“Come on, Jason, don’t you ever think that.” Nydia cradled the damp cheeks of her man, her eyes rimming with urgency an redness Each tear he shed seemed to carve both deep and shallow pits into her heart.

No one knew just how strong her Jason was better than she did. He had been her elder brother and sister’s right–hand man, the sharp blade in their hands

But today, for her, this towering pillar of a man had hidden away, weeping silently in the solitude of the kitchen

How much anguish must he endure to strip away his pride, to cast aside his armor, and stand so forlorn?

Jason’s eyes fell, his long lashes damp. His voice was a raspy whisper of hurt, “Nydia, you’re the golden girl of the Ashbourne family, the treasured daughter of Chairman Emeric and Mrs. Myra, the beloved sister of President Ashbourne and Ms. Evadne. I’ve watched you grow up, remember you as a carefree child, lollipop in mouth, trailing behind your sister with such endearing Innocence”

“If it weren’t for me, I can’t bear to think how much happier your days could be. But my family’s ruined your happiness”

Nydia shook her head, tears mingling with her pleas.

She feared he would spiral into self–destructive thoughts.

Jason’s sobs grew thicker, his teeth clenched with a fury that almost shattered them, “Seeing you humiliated by them today, I just

sealing his feverish lips

breath became labored, his gaze intoxicated. His chest heaved against her thinly veiled bosom, the soft yet firm outline unmistakable through her

fiery serpent winding its way to his

Plop–plop-

in the pot bubbled over, jarring them

burn if you don’t turn off the stove,” Nydia’s voice was a breathy whisper, her face

turned off the burner in a

took a breath and chuckled ruefully, “Look at me, I can’t even handle

his arms like a koala,

important to me. And stop with the gloomy talk. I can get really angry, you

anger, dispelling some

bitterness of love. Even Debby, now the First Lady, faced many trials before she and her husband could be together. Our family objected to their age difference, her husband’s frail health, and all

heard bits of

persistence

her face aglow with hope, “You’ll spoil me just as much, won’t you? The

heart skipped a beat, his lips pressing

were clasped tightly around his heart, his life, his soul…

last time I won’t let you suffer as you did

as he embraced her, vowing. “My last name may be Dempsey, but from the moment they spoke

moved yet worried. “Jason.”

family left.”

helplessness but also with release. “From now on, I am just Jason,

you have no family?”

brows furrowed, her fingertip silencing his lips, “With me, you

cast a soft,

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