But someone pulled me into their embrace and intercepted Caiden's hand mid-way.
"If you hurt her, I'll cripple you first."
The man's chest muscles were pressed against my back.
I could clearly feel the vibrations from his chest as he spoke.
Each word, spoken with conviction, fell like precious pearls onto my heart.
I turned around and met Conner's smiling, dark eyes.
He said gently, "Sorry, I'm late."
I blinked, somewhat entranced by his gentleness.
Caiden was unhappy,
"Conner, do you have to go against me for a woman?"
Conner tightened his grip, holding me securely in his arms, and sneered,
"What else?"
"Act recklessly and lose your wife like you did?"
Caiden's face was grim, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a line.
After a moment, he said,
"Wife?"
"Does Jillian deserve it?"
"I just feared that Jillian, this persistent nuisance, was acting to test me, so I wanted to confirm it."
At this point, Caiden was still being stubborn.
There's no need for chasing Jillian again?
Let's forget it.
Seeing his brother's obstinacy, Conner was also extremely disappointed, and he coldly said,
"Since that's the case, I'll grant your wish."
"Get someone to take the younger master to Jillian."
Upon hearing this, two bodyguards approached with their heads bowed.
They extended their hands in a gesture of invitation.
My heart tightened, and I started to run after them.
Conner stopped me,
"Hay, rest assured, I'm not like Caiden."
"I care for everything and everyone you care about."
I remembered that in my previous life, Conner indeed helped Jillian resolve many problems behind the scenes because of me.
My steps slowed down.
But I still couldn't help but ask him,
"So sending Caiden is…"
"You'll see tomorrow."
Conner said mysteriously,
Suddenly, he rested his chin in the hollow of my neck, rubbing it gently, and pouted,
"Wife, are you going to abandon me if I didn't come to find you this time?"
In countless nights of my previous life, Conner would hug me from behind and call me his wife affectionately.
Even though he was much older than me and was a decisive corporate president outside,
he would still put aside his pride and plead with me in a soft voice.
Perhaps just as Jillian said,
to deal with someone as insensitive as me, one must be straightforward and persistent.
When a man pouts, a woman's soul floats.
Living through two lifetimes, I still couldn't resist Conner's pouting and playing weak.
I turned my head guiltily, unable to bear telling him the truth.
But Conner had already deduced the correct answer from my evasion.
He clicked his tongue,
"You're really heartless."
"All those years of caring for you for nothing."
I felt even more ashamed.
Like a quail, I buried my head, not daring to face him.
Seeing this, all of Conner's complaints turned into a sigh of resignation and affection,
"Hay, I really don't know what to do with you."
