Chapter 5
Jenny pressed her lips together, looking hesitant. “I was scared to stay alone in the hotel, so I came to find you.”
She trailed off, lowering her gaze. “Did I interrupt you?”
Nathan’s brow furrowed slightly but replied, “It’s fine. It’s getting late.”
“I’ll have Carla prepare a guest room for you. You can stay there for now.”
He started to call for Carla when Jenny entered the room. Her eyes, soft and full of longing, looked up at Nathan.
“Nathan, I don’t want to stay in the guest room. Is that okay?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, testing him.
Nathan’s frown deepened, and his lips parted to refuse. Then he saw the faint red around her eyes. His heart softened, and he said nothing.
When the plane landed in Holnia, Chris Muller was there to pick me up.
When he was 18, Chris had been falsely accused of sexual assault after saving a girl and was sentenced to three years in prison. With a criminal record, no company would hire him.
I met him at an art exhibition. He never spoke to anyone and always kept his head down. If someone approached him, he would just shyly step back.
Then, one night, on my way home, I ran into some thugs who tried to attack me. Chris just happened to pass by. I had expected him to ignore me, but instead, he stepped in without a moment’s hesitation.
That night, I asked him, “What if I framed you?”
He gave a bitter smile as he said, “Then I’d accept it.”
With the help of my family’s influence, I cleared his name. When the truth came out, he stood in the distance, his eyes red, looking at me over the crowd, and bowed to thank me.
Three years in prison hadn’t erased his kindness.
My father, grateful for his help, extended an olive branch and brought him into the company. He started from the bottom and was now one of my father’s most trusted assistants.
“Ms. Caldwell, it’s been a long time.” Chris, dressed in a coat, took my suitcase with ease.
I nodded, my nose tingling as emotion crept in.
Five years ago, after marrying Nathan, I moved with him to Narla. In my past life, when everything fell apart, my father sent Chris to Astrait for a training camp. I never saw him again.
“Ms. Caldwell, are you planning to leave again after coming back?” he asked.
