Chapter 72
Heston stared at the red exclamation mark next to his message, furious enough to throw his phone onto the bed.!!
Wendolene stepped out of the bathroom in a white lace nightgown.
Ever since Yvonne left, she and Heston had been living together.
“Looks like she’s made up her mind to divorce you, Tonny. You probably didn’t apologize sincerely enough.”
Wendolene glanced at his phone before leaning against him.
“Since we’re both women, why don’t you ask me if I have any ideas?”
“You have a solution?”
Heston had been up early, busy making chicken soup for Yvonne, but she didn’t appreciate it at all.
She poured it out right in front of him.
Wendolene tilted her head, looking up at him. “Tonny, what do women love the most? Jewelry, handbags… She just lost her baby. Right now, she hates you. If you really want to win her back, you need to put in some effort”
“I don’t care how much it costs, as long as she’s willing to come back to me.““”
Wendolene’s fingers traced over his chest. “But Tonny, you don’t love her. So why do you insist on keeping her by your
side?”
“I do love her. I always have.”
“Then what does that make me?”
Heston’s mind flashed to Yvonne’s face–her disappointment, her cold words. A wave of panic hit him.
No. Yvonne loved him too much. She would forgive him. She had to.
That night, for the first time, Heston didn’t keep Wendolene by his side. Instead, he sat alone, seriously thinking about his relationship with Yvonne.
There was no doubt–he loved her.
The moment they got married, he had been certain he was the man who loved her most in this world.
When had she started feeling dull to him? When had he started finding her annoying?
He couldn’t even remember”
He just knew one thing–he didn’t want her to leave him.
The next day, Heston spent a fortune on an extravagant bouquet–red roses, bold and passionate, symbolizing his burning love.
Wendolene, helping him pack the gifts, couldn’t hide her jealousy.
“If she sees this, she’ll definitely be touched and forgive you.
Heston told himself the same thing, praying everything would go smoothly.
At work, he buried himself in his tasks.
Wendolene was his chief secretary. Even though she was his mistress, her abilities were undeniable.!!
As he flipped through this quarter’s marketing report, an unexpected emptiness settled in his chest.
Yvonne used to report on these personally when she was the marketing director. She would point out every flaw in the strategies, making sure adjustments were made for the next quarter.
Now, staring at the cold, lifeless numbers, Heston found himself missing her
A sudden knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. “President, I delivered your gift to the Quillians‘ place. It was… rejected.”
Wendolene placed the untouched items back on his desk.
Yvonne was really cutting ties this time.
But Heston wouldn’t allow it!!
“I’ll take them myself after work.”
presence.
“By the way, VerdantCore Technologies reached out. They want to collaborate on the elementary school project.” Heston’s head snapped up.
VerdantCore Technologies was an industry leader and had always been his company’s toughest competitor. Why were they suddenly inviting him to work together on such a prime project?
When he received their proposal, he had to suppress his excitement.K
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If he secured this deal, his commission alone would be in the six–figure range.
He would prove to Yvonne that even without her, he could lead the company to success.
“Tell the marketing team to draft a new strategy. Prepare the bidding documents. I don’t want a single mistake!”
Getting handed such a golden opportunity on a silver platter, Heston was over the moon.
But then, his eyes landed on the bouquet of roses, and his thoughts wavered.
No one understood the company’s marketing better than Yvonne.
Getting her back to write the bid proposal would be the smartest move.
After work, Heston arrived at the Quillians‘ residence, holding the gift box and bouquet.
It was his first time there X
A grand, luxurious villa–completely out of his league.
‘So what?” he thought.”
If he won Yvonne over once with his sincerity, he could do it again.
With full confidence, he then rang the doorbell.
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