NovelEnglishMelissa retorted defensively, “Honestly, you weren't any better to Jessie.
At least her fiance was upfront about his intentions before the wedding and she had a chance to break it off."
Albert glared at Melissa, his anger palpable. “You seem determined to make matters worse. Aren't you worried I'l send you packing?” Melissa replied respectfully, “Jessie mentioned that if you took it out on me, she'd transfer ownership of the villa to me” Albert was incensed. “Since when did you two become so chummy?” Melissa remained silent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter a prolonged silence, she spoke softly. “Mr. Watson, why not do right by her and yourself? It's clear you're fond of her” Albert didn't directly address Melissa's suggestion.
Instead, he retrieved a cigarette, lighting it with deliberate slowness. He smoked more than half of it in silence.
How could he explain this to Melissa? He was almost two decades older than Jessie. Despite his current appearance of youth and success, he feared he might become a regretful old man in the near future.
Truth be told, Albert had once entertained thoughts of marrying Jessie.
Yet, every time he contemplated her youthful, sleeping visage, he hesitated.
Melissa averted her gaze, murmuring, “Mr. Watson, it's just your insecurities talking. It's not your age that makes you feel undeserving, but her superiority. She's got a top-notch background, stunning looks, and an Ivy League education. Even without a job, she has everything you once lacked, leaving you feeling inferior...
Albert's hand holding the cigarette twitched from the heat.
He stared at Melissa intently.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith awry smile, Melissa continued, “Perhaps | can relate because | come from a similar background just as yours.” Having once been his secretary, she was well acquainted with his circle and felt entitled to speak her mind.
Ina hushed tone, Melissa added, “You haven't signed any legal documents yet, Mr. Watson. You still have a chance to back out. You might disappoint her, but if you marry her without love, you'll hurt her even more.” Albert's gaze bore into Melissa's, his eyes holding depths of emotion.
“I'm not marrying for love. It's a connection through marriage with another family, Melissa.” he articulated each word deliberately.
“You're intimately familiar with the Waston Group. This union could preemptively quell internal discord. Why shouldn't | pursue it?” “But, Mr. Watson, are you happy?” The Waston Group, the influence... Are those truly your desires? Do you find yourself longing for that version of yourself on the racetrack
when you are alone on your own?” Albert's eyes never wavered from Melissa's. He regarded this young woman as both a subordinate, a partner in crime, and a family of sorts.
His eyes were bloodshot from a sleepless night, their intensity now heightened, lending a more ominous aura.
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