Flirting with My Boss While My Cheating Ex Was Crying Free Preview

Julius Stahl had an affair.

Jemima Willis stood outside the CEO's office.

Her body gave off a chill, as though it was encased in a layer of ice. Her black high heels seemed to meld into the black marble floor beneath her.

After a while, she finally raised her hand to knock on the door.

“Come in.”

A deep male voice echoed from within.

Jemima subtly tightened her grip on the documents in her hand while using her other hand to open the door.

The moment she stepped through the door, she wore a light smile and headed straight to the man's side. “Busy? There are a few documents here that urgently need your signature.”

Despite asking if he was busy, she had already placed the documents before him. She had even flipped it to the page where his signature was required.

Julius had been on a business trip to Serathia and only returned this morning.

As soon as he returned, he headed straight to the office to handle his work. His desk was already cluttered with numerous documents, and his usually sharp and distinguished face was tinged with fatigue. He signed all the documents handed to him without even glancing at them.

“Welcome back. You must be tired.” Jemima gathered up all the signed documents, then asked in a symbolic gesture, “Will you be home for dinner tonight?”

“I have plans tonight. Don't wait up,” Julius replied, not even bothering to look up.

“All right, I'll head out first then.”

Jemima, clutching the documents, promptly walked away.

When she turned around, her smile had already transformed into a mocking expression.

As she passed by the attached lounge within the office, she heard a faint noise emanating from inside, reminiscent of the sound of a small pet jumping off a bed. She cast a quick glance toward the couch, where several bags of snacks were strewn haphazardly on the coffee table, along with a half-drunk milkshake. On the floor, there was a toppled nude-pink high heel.

In an instant, she grasped the situation, and a chill of desolation washed over her heart.

Jemima returned to her own office.

The journey back had drained all her energy. As she sat down, she let out a long, weary sigh.

She pulled out one document from the stack—a divorce agreement.

As she flipped to the final page of the agreement, her expression grew scornful as she gazed at his signature. Memories flooded her mind—the sincere devotion in his voice when he promised to marry her years ago, the derisive laugh of her mother-in-law, Amanda Earlston, warning her not to be too pleased, the haughty certainty in the assertion that no man could ever love only one woman in his lifetime, and her own retort that they were different.

But in truth, there was no difference at all.

Julius had an affair with a young girl, believing he had hidden it well as he guiltlessly indulged in the thrill of the illicit relationship. He even took her along on his business trip to Serathia and brought her to the company upon their return.

Pulling back her fingers, she snapped a picture of the signed divorce agreement and texted Amanda: He's signed it.

A week ago, she had reached an agreement on the terms with Amanda.

Amanda had demanded that she initiate the divorce and not to publicize their secret marriage. In return, she had asked for a billion as compensation.

A month later, she would completely banish Julius from her life.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

Jemima neatly placed the divorce agreement aside. “Come in.”

The door opened, and in came Julius' assistant, Ronan Haddaway.

“Ms. Willis, this is from Mr. Stahl.” Ronan placed a dark green velvet box in front of her.

Jemima nonchalantly opened the box to reveal an expensive set of diamond jewelry. The first image that flashed across her mind was that of a short-haired girl, her gaze hazy and lost. She was clad in a bathrobe, casually holding a diamond necklace. The room was dimly lit, the bed in disarray, and the kiss marks on her chest were particularly eye-catching.

A wave of nausea began to churn in Jemima's stomach.

“Thank you, Mr. Haddaway.”

She lifted her gaze, her eyes sharp as a knife.

Ronan felt unnerved under her intense gaze, so he added, “This was carefully selected by Mr. Stahl himself. It's the only set of its kind in the world.”

Regrettably, his heart was not only hers.

She no longer desired it.

“Oh, really?” Jemima's face lit up with a subtle smile. “It's actually quite touching that he took time out of his busy schedule to buy me a gift.”

The way Ms. Willis spoke was rather peculiar... Does she know about Mr. Stahl and Ms. Goodwin...

Ronan broke out in a cold sweat and quickly stepped out of the office.

Jemima looked disdainfully at the jewelry on the table, as if it were something unclean. She took out her phone and snapped a picture, then sent it to the owner of a second-hand luxury store: Sell this set of jewelry for me, and donate the proceeds to the foundation for intellectually disabled children.

The owner of the second-hand luxury store was dumbfounded.

...

It was five in the afternoon.

Jemima reached her car in the parking lot and was about to get in when her gaze swept across the street. She noticed a car diagonally opposite hers, its engine already running.

Through the car window, she caught sight of Julius in the backseat, and sitting closely next to him was a short-haired girl. With her charming, round face and youthful energy radiating from her, she was undeniably adorable.

“Mr. Stahl!”

Startled, Ronan let out a cry and slammed on the brakes.

Their gazes met, separated only by the barrier of air and glass, as Jemima's eyes locked with Julius'.

Julius' eyes were a deep black, while Jemima's were hauntingly lifeless.

The atmosphere in the parking lot was stifling.

The girl locked her gaze on Jemima and, rather than keeping a respectful distance from Julius, grew even bolder. She casually draped her arm around his neck and leaned in to whisper something in his ear.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through Jemima's eyes.

She averted her gaze, got into the car, and drove off, never once looking back in that direction.

Shortly after she got home, the sound of a car pulling up echoed from downstairs.

As she stood in front of the glass cabinet in the walk-in closet, removing her necklace, she suddenly felt a towering presence behind her. The man's strong, assertive aura instantly filled her senses.

He leaned over, bracing his hands on the glass cabinet, peering at her face from the side. “Are you upset?”

Jemima didn't look at him. She calmly and unhurriedly put away the necklace first. Her tone was indifferent as she responded, “I'm so upset I could kill. You'd better watch out for me.”

Julius fell silent for a moment. When he finally spoke again, he said, “The Goodwin family is interested in collaborating with us on the Polaris project. I've been in contact with Quinlan, the eldest son of the Goodwin family, for some time now. Ms. Goodwin is his sister.”

“What, if you don't accompany his sister, he won't cooperate with you?”

“Jemima, I'm trying to explain to you. Don't be so sarcastic!”

“I don't think there's a need for explanations.” Jemima finally turned to look at him, her clear and cold gaze seeming to penetrate his soul. “Julius, if you've grown tired of me and wish for a new wife, I'm willing to step aside.”

Julius' face fell in an instant. “What did you say?”

Jemima let out a sigh. “I'm saying we can get a divorce.”

She pushed him away.

As she attempted to leave, she was forcefully pulled back. Julius grabbed her face and warned, “Don't even think about it.”

Jemima remained silent.

Not only did she think about it, she actually did it.

I dumped you, trash.

Julius stayed until late into the night, but a phone call pulled him away. Jemima could distinctly hear a delicate female voice on the other end, and it sounded as though she was crying.

The following morning, Jemima's divorce lawyer and good friend sent her a screenshot. It was the latest update from Julius' young girlfriend. The picture was taken at the top of a mountain before dawn, featuring two hands, one big and one small, forming a heart shape. The caption read: In the gentleness of the sunrise, we feel each other's heartbeat.

Jemima recognized at a glance that the big hand belonged to Julius.

She sat there, unaware of how long she had been holding the cup in her hand.

As she finally set it down, it chimed with a crisp sound, as if another piece of her heart had chipped away.

For several days following that, Julius did not return home.

The two only interacted during company meetings. He sat at the head of the table while she, along with other executives, took their places on either side. During these encounters, their eyes rarely met.

Jemima didn't go upstairs to look for him either.

In her spare time, she was preoccupied with house hunting and checking out places in person. She also dealt with the gifts he had given her over the years—anniversary presents, birthday gifts, Valentine's Day surprises, even wedding gifts. She had even sold the wedding ring.

She saw no reason to hold on to the remnants of past emotions when he was no longer part of her life. It was all just sentimental clutter now, nothing more.

At night, Sadie Anderson, a business owner's wife, invited Jemima to a club, Sapphire Nights, for some fun.

It was nearly eleven, and Jemima didn't really want to go. However, given her situation after the divorce and leaving Kingsford Group, she knew she needed to build her own network for her startup. So, she decided to go.

As soon as she entered the club, she saw Sadie.

“Sadie, I could have gone up myself. Why did you come down?”

Sadie affectionately linked her arm with hers as they entered the elevator. “I was worried you might get lost. You've never been here before, right?”

True enough, Jemima had never been here before.

The two went up, with Sadie leading her into a spacious private room. A large screen was positioned in the middle, effectively partitioning the room.

When Jemima entered, she noticed quite a few people on the other side of the screen. However, Sadie didn't lead her there. Instead, she guided Jemima to a seat on the side where only one person was present—a woman who seemed vaguely familiar, likely the girlfriend of one of Julius' buddies.

The other person recognized her too. Despite her slightly awkward expression, she managed to offer her a smile.

After Jemima removed her jacket and sat down, Sadie went out again.

She took a sip from the drink that was handed to her. The bustling laughter and chatter from the other side of the screen gradually seeped into her ears. As the conversation progressed, she was surprised to find herself becoming a part of it.

“That said, Julius no longer brings Jemima to our gatherings these days.”

“Duh, Ms. Goodwin is so young and adorable. He takes her everywhere now, cherishes her as if she's his own heart and soul.”

“After all these years, Julius has finally changed his taste.”

“No matter how beautiful Jemima is, he must have grown tired of sleeping with her after eight years.”

“She's quite naive to stick with Julius for all these years, only to be toyed with. If Julius doesn't want her anymore, maybe I could show her some affection. I've been yearning for her slender waist for years now.”

Jemima's eyes were icy cold.

She recognized the voices of two people among the group; they were friends of Julius. Normally, they would address her sweetly whenever they met.

The woman who sat with Jemima felt so awkward that she couldn't bear to look at her. When Jemima stood up, the woman assumed she was about to make a hasty retreat, but she was wrong.

Jemima cleared her throat and, with her drink in hand, made her way across the room. Leaning casually against the screen, she nonchalantly joined their conversation. “Gentlemen, you can't really say that. When Julius and I were together, he was just an innocent virgin. Didn't I, in essence, take advantage of him for eight years?”

The room fell instantly silent.

Everyone on the couch was startled as they looked at her.

As she voiced these words, two tall men coincidentally entered the private room from outside.

Everyone looked at her, then behind her and fell into complete despair.

Julius stood behind Jemima, his face radiating an intimidating coldness.

Jemima noticed the stares of the group and glanced back.

So, he's also here.

Immediately after, she turned back around, her gaze falling on the short-haired girl sitting in the corner of the couch. Earlier, when she had come over, the girl had one leg crossed over the other and was idly twirling her hair around her finger with a smug expression on her face.

However, by this time, the girl was no longer smiling. Her face was filled with such intense displeasure it was as if she wanted to kill her.

It seems they've come to meet with friends. Judging from their conversation, this isn't the first or even the second time they've done this. They've reached a point where they're openly pairing off, with no intention of hiding it.

Julius took a step forward.

The group of people, as if released from their binds, began to say something to explain.

“Jemima, I'm sorry. We were just talking nonsense. Once we got started, we couldn't stop, and it just got more and more ridiculous...”

“Jemima, Julius has nothing to do with Ms. Goodwin.”

“Jemima, please don't take it seriously.”

Julius took Jemima by the wrist, intending to lead her away.

Jemima spun around and splashed her drink right onto his face.

The room was as silent as the grave.

Everyone watched in uneasy silence, marveling at her audacity.

The next moment, they heard her soft voice, warm and smiling, say, “Go ahead and have fun with your sweetheart. I won't interrupt your good time any longer.”

As she spoke, she lowered her head to pry his hand off.

Julius grimaced. He picked her up, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and strode out.

The room full of people remained silent.

In the corridor, Jemima struggled fiercely as she clung onto Julius' back.

The elevator arrived just at that moment.

As he stepped in and turned around, she caught sight of a pair of high-quality black leather shoes. His long, straight legs were perfectly outlined in black suit pants. His fair, slender hands hung at his sides, each finger as elegant and elongated as a pianist's.

The atmosphere was serene yet awkward.

As she stepped out of the elevator, Jemima found herself unable to resist lifting her gaze. She met a pair of deep, piercing eyes glancing down at her.

She covered her face and lowered her head again.

Outside the club, Julius tossed Jemima into the back seat of the car, then climbed in himself.

Jemima felt dizzy as she struggled to get up. She had been hung upside down for too long and then tossed into the car. She felt as though she was on the brink of a concussion.

Julius grabbed a wet wipe from a storage box in his car to clean his face.

With a keen eye, Jemima noticed an object behind a tissue box that looked suspiciously like a condom. The man questioned, “What are you doing here? To catch me red-handed?”

Jemima opened the car door, intending to get out.

The car was too dirty.

“Jemima!” Julius pulled her back in frustration. “Where do you think you're going? Is this ever going to end?”

Jemima's breathing became somewhat labored. She pinched the center of her palm. “I want to go home.”

Julius called over Ronan, who was standing at the entrance of the club, to drive.

Throughout the journey, they did not say a word. Jemima tried to sit as far away from him as possible, her face pale and looking as if she might vomit at any moment.

Once they arrived home, she immediately got out of the car.

After gulping down a full glass of ice water in the kitchen, she finally caught her breath.

When she stepped out, Julius was seated in the living room. She made her way over and took a seat.

Another suffocating silence fell between them until Julius finally broke it. “I was there for a business meeting,” he began, frustration lacing his tone. “Your dramatic entrance at the club was quite the spectacle. Don't you feel foolish, making a scene like that? You looked like a shrew.”

“Is there anything else to say?” Jemima responded calmly.

“If you wish to have a long-lasting relationship with me, then put aside these unnecessary suspicions. I don't have the time to constantly cater to your emotions.”

“All right, anything else?”

Julius furrowed his brows. “Jemima, do you realize how annoying you're being right now?”

Jemima rose to her feet, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Soon, you won't be annoyed anymore.

She went upstairs.

Julius found himself growing increasingly agitated by her smile. After sitting in the living room for a while, he went upstairs and returned to his room, only to find that she had already gone to sleep.

He took a shower and lay down next to her.

In the darkness, Jemima turned her body away from him, shifting slightly. She made sure not to touch him, not even a bit.

Julius turned to her, pulling her forcefully from the edge of the bed into his arms, his movements tinged with a hint of anger.

His tall, robust frame exerted just enough strength to hold her so tightly that she couldn't move.

She spent the night with her body rigid.

In the morning, Jemima prepared breakfast only for herself.

Julius descended from upstairs, observing her sitting alone, nibbling on a piece of bread. He was about to leave but changed direction and headed toward the dining area. Leaning in close to her ear, he softened his voice and said, “Let's go out to sea for a couple of days this weekend. Just the two of us.”

Jemima hummed in agreement as she sipped her milk.

Unsurprisingly, the day before the weekend, Julius cancelled on her again, claiming he had to make a trip to Hoglein.

Jemima's heart didn't stir at all.

Perhaps he hadn't realized how long it had been since they last shared a meal together or truly spent quality time with each other. He had warned her not to entertain thoughts of divorce, but in reality, he treated her as if she were invisible. Even if she were to disappear one day, he wouldn't care in the slightest.

That weekend, she carefully selected her share of books from the shelf and packed them into her luggage to bring to her new home first.

While she was arranging the books, Amanda, who rarely called her, rang her up.

Jemima picked up the call and greeted politely, “Hello, Ms. Earlston.”

With an air of arrogance, Amanda said, “Let's meet up once more. Regarding the matter we discussed earlier, let's put it in writing.”

“Is it necessary?”

“If I say it is, then it is.”

“All right, I'll come by in the afternoon.”

“Come over at noon.”

“Okay,” Jemima agreed, considering she had nothing much to do.

On the other end of the phone, Amanda joyfully watched from the second floor as Nadine Goodwin strolled in the garden with Julius.

She was determined to show Jemima what true destiny looked like, and who her son's real soulmate was.

Around eleven forty in the morning, Jemima arrived at the Stahl residence.

The butler, Robert, was quite surprised when he saw her.

He was aware that another guest was expected, but he hadn't anticipated it being Jemima. The thought of Julius and Nadine in the living room at that moment made him break out in a cold sweat.

The fact that Julius and Jemima were already married was a well-kept secret. Aside from their parents, the only other people who knew were Ronan and the close aides of the Stahl family, including Robert.

“Follow me.”

Robert had no choice but to do as Amanda had instructed, reluctantly leading the way.

Before reaching the entrance of the living room, Jemima heard a clear, melodious voice teasingly say, “I've won again. Are you going easy on me, Julius?”

Jemima halted her steps.

For a moment, her mind went blank, but she quickly pieced everything together.

She let out a sneer and took a step forward to enter.

Since she had to move books, she didn't bother with makeup that day. Her outfit was simple: a loose white shirt and jeans. Her long hair was loosely tied back with a hairband.

Even so, her skin remained as pure as snow, her eyes beautiful and lips crimson. The few strands of hair that fell down added a touch of innocent allure to her radiant beauty.

In the living room, Julius caught sight of Jemima entering. “How did you—”

“Your mom asked me to come,” Jemima replied, her expression calm but a hint of sarcasm hidden in her eyes. “Oh, weren't you supposed to be in Hoglein? When did you learn to teleport?”

A flicker of unease flashed in Julius' eyes.

Rising from the couch, Nadine approached Jemima. With a provocative stretch of her hand, she said, “Hello there, I'm Nadine Goodwin.”

Jemima didn't even glance her way, treating her as if she were invisible.

At that moment, Amanda made her entrance.

She glanced at Jemima and, with a gentle demeanor, took Nadine's hand. “Nadie, are you happy today? Make yourself at home.” Then, turning to Jemima, she introduced, “This is Ms. Willis from our company. I need to discuss some matters with her.”

Everyone knew that Jemima was Julius' woman, but Amanda had intentionally introduced her as merely a company employee. It was clear she wanted to keep Jemima out of the picture. At the same time, she was subtly conveying to Nadine that Jemima was insignificant and that there were no obstacles to the union between the Stahl and Goodwin families.

Nadine lifted her face proudly. “So you're just a company employee.”

Jemima didn't glance at Nadine and Amanda. Her gaze was solely fixed on Julius as she quietly studied his face.

She wanted to see his reaction.

However, he maintained a cool expression, showing no intention of speaking up for her.

He was fully aware of what was happening, but he no longer cared about her discomfort.

Jemima turned to Amanda and said, “Ms. Earlston, didn't you want to discuss something with me? Perhaps we could talk about it here.”

“Let's discuss it another day. Since you're already here today, why not stay for lunch?”

“No thanks, I've got other things to deal with,” Jemima replied, turning to leave.

Amanda sternly reprimanded from behind, “What kind of attitude is that? It's disrespectful to turn down an elder.”

Jemima turned around, her gaze serene as she studied her for a moment. “All right, I'll stay for lunch. Don't you regret it.”

She walked over and settled into a single-seater couch.

Nadine casually sat next to Julius, wrapping her arms around his. “Julius, let's continue our game.”

Julius withdrew his arm, his gaze shifting toward Jemima.

“Are you interested in board games, Ms. Willis?” Nadine also turned her gaze toward Jemima.

Jemima glanced at the board game on the coffee table. They were playing Five in a Row, a simple child's game. Yet, unbelievably, Julius had just lost.

It wasn't that he didn't know how to make others happy; he just didn't know how to make her happy anymore.

She glanced subtly at Julius, a cold smile playing on her lips. “Of course, Ms. Goodwin, would you like to play?”

A hint of annoyance flashed in Julius' eyes, his gaze conveying a clear warning directed at her.

With full confidence, Nadine reset the stones on the board. “Ms. Willis, would you prefer black or white?”

Jemima picked up a black stone. “Black suits me.”

Julius was stupefied.

Nadine and Amanda were just about to ridicule her for losing her mind. They had seen people subtly insulted by others, but never someone subtly insulting themselves.

A few seconds later, they realized that Jemima was actually hurling insults.

Gritting her teeth, Nadine rushed to make the first move.

They exchanged moves across the board, with Amanda observing that Nadine's moves were methodical while Jemima's seemed random and scattered. Amanda, biased toward Nadine, didn't look closely at the game. Instead, she shot Julius a glance as if to say, “Just look at the kind of lady that comes from a prestigious family.”

Julius showed no reaction whatsoever.

The board was already crowded with stones. Each time Nadine thought she was about to claim victory, Jemima blocked her, causing Nadine's emotions to swing wildly and leaving her increasingly agitated. However, despite Nadine's frustration, Jemima hadn't secured a win either. At best, it seemed the game would end in a draw.

Hmph, ending up in a draw with her is truly degrading.

“It's your turn,” Jemima said.

Nadine had already placed three stones in a hidden corner. If she could just place one more, she would surely win.

She calmly placed a stone on the board, her gaze fixed nervously on Jemima, fearful that she might interfere again. Seeing that Jemima hadn't noticed, she confidently placed her stone elsewhere on the board. Overwhelmed with triumph, she exclaimed, “I've won!”

Amanda immediately burst into applause.

But in the next moment, Jemima began to collect the stones one by one.

Only then did they realize that Jemima had already lined up five stones in a row.

Amanda's and Nadine's faces instantly turned pale.

Jemima took away the remaining two stones.

Five in a Row is typically decided in a single round, but Nadine was not willing to accept defeat. In an attempt to salvage her pride, she blatantly cheated. “Even though you won first, I have five stones too. So, I also won.”

She audaciously added yet another stone to her already existing line of four stones.

Jemima looked at her as if she were a fool for a few seconds. “So, can I continue too?”

Having said that, she placed a stone on the board and smoothly made another line of five stones.

In the following minute, she nearly filled the entire board, blocking Nadine to the point where she could no longer make a move.

Nadine's face went from pale to flushed as she clamored for another round.

During the second round, the third round, and yet another round, Jemima either toyed with her leisurely, prolonging the torment, or swiftly and ruthlessly won within a few moves. She was purely treating her like a fool.

Nadine cried in anger.

“Enough!” Julius reached out and snatched the stone box from Jemima.

Seeing Julius take her side, Nadine leaped into his arms, crying as if Jemima had done her a terrible injustice.

Julius comforted her while Amanda seized the chance to scold Jemima. “It's just a game. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? It's obvious you're from a small family. You're small-minded and always jealous!”

The sounds around Jemima faded into a blur.

Julius' face, once so vibrant in her heart, now appeared like a faded photograph. The man who once shone so brightly in her life was now a blurred and distorted figure in her vision.

Forget it, there are still twenty days left. He can do whatever he wants.

With an air of indifference, she threw the remaining stones onto the board, then rose from her seat and walked away.

A few drops of blood fell onto the board as she moved her hand, accidentally marking it. Stepping outside, she noticed the chill in her fingers and realized that her nails had dug into her palm hard enough to draw blood.

“Jemima!” Julius called out to her, his voice finally betraying a hint of nervousness.

He attempted to rise and pursue her, but Nadine held him tightly around the waist, her crying intensifying.

Jemima left the Stahl residence.

Throughout the journey, her phone kept ringing. It was Julius on the other end, but she immediately blocked his calls.

Then she sent a message to Amanda: One point five billion! Anything lesser than that, and you'll pay a hefty price!

Upon reading her message, Amanda nearly had a heart attack.

Jemima drove along the road, unaware of the changing weather outside. A somber rain began to fall, scattering her thoughts like the raindrops.

Suddenly, a flash caught her eye. A yellow motorcycle whizzed past, startling her and prompting her to hit the brakes.

The next moment, with a resounding bang, a forceful impact struck from behind, causing her head to collide violently with the steering wheel.

A sharp pain spread from the corner of her forehead.

As she looked ahead, the world was shrouded in a haze of rain, painted entirely in crimson.

She hastily grabbed a tissue, wiping away the blood from her eyes.

Jemima had been rear-ended, and the yellow motorcycle that had darted out was nowhere to be seen.

Just then, a knock on her car door prompted her to roll down the window.

Standing outside was Louis Callen, a gentleman nearing his fifties, wearing glasses and exuding a warm, scholarly demeanor. He was holding a black umbrella, his expression filled with regret. “Miss, I'm sorry for rear-ending your car. We'll take full responsibility. But my employer is in a hurry. Can we exchange contact information? You can give us a list of damages for compensation later. We won't shirk our responsibility, I promise.”

“Let's just let the traffic police handle it.”

Jemima was already in a bad mood, and being startled twice in a row pushed her negative emotions to the breaking point.

She pushed open the car door and stepped out, walking toward the rear. When she saw the dent in her bumper caused by the Bentley that had rear-ended her, she frowned. She snapped a few pictures as evidence before calling the police.

Seeing her resolve, Louis decided it was inappropriate to stop her. He returned to the car to report the situation. “Mr. Sterling, this lady isn't willing to settle privately. What should we do...”

The rain began to fall even harder.

The windshield wipers cleared the rainwater from the glass, only for it to be quickly replaced by a new mist. Inside the car, a man was observing the woman outside. She was holding a phone to her ear with one hand while the other rested on her forehead. Her entire being was enveloped in profound desolation. Her white shirt was already soaked by the rain. Raindrops clung to her thick eyelashes, trembling before falling onto her red lips.

“Mr. Sterling?” Louis called out again.

The man's gaze fell coldly on his wristwatch. “Zander is on his way. I'll leave first. You stay and handle things.”

“Very well, Mr. Sterling.”

Jemima returned to the car.

Soon after, the traffic police arrived, followed closely by a silver Maybach.

Both vehicles came to a stop almost simultaneously.

Jemima stepped out of her car as the driver from the car behind did the same.

She noticed that apart from Louis, there was another figure present—a man of tall and slender build, exuding an air of refined arrogance. He had fair skin, and his deep-set eyes were sharp and captivating. As he sensed her gaze, he turned to look at her, his eyes piercing and intimidating.

Jemima thought he looked familiar.

“Give it to her,” the man said casually as he handed over the blazer draped over his wrist to Louis.

Without a backward glance, he slid into the Maybach.

Louis hurried over to Jemima with the blazer in hand. “Miss, your clothes are wet. Please put this on.”

Jemima glanced down, realizing her white blouse was practically clinging to her body, making even her underwear almost visible.

She awkwardly accepted the blazer offered to her. “Thank you.”

As Louis quietly conversed with the traffic police, the Maybach slowly started up, breaking through the rain and continuing on its journey. Jemima only managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of a distinguished profile inside the car.

The blazer still held the warmth of its owner, and the hint of a sandalwood scent dispelled the chill brought by the rain.

The traffic police provided a resolution that both parties agreed to. They exchanged phone numbers, and Louis insisted on accompanying Jemima to the hospital to have her forehead injury examined.

Jemima politely declined, her emotions having settled by then. Reflecting on her earlier overreaction, she expressed regret, assuring them it was her mood at fault, not them. “I'll clean the suit and send it back to you via courier.”

Louis didn't refuse, though he knew full well that given his employer's temperament, the blazer probably wouldn't be wanted even if it was returned. Nonetheless, he graciously accepted the gesture.

Jemima went to the hospital by herself.

Julius couldn't reach her on the phone. As the rain poured down and his mind raced with countless terrifying thoughts, he received news of her accident.