Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

“What? Nicolas is having someone dig into what happened when he nearly drowned all those years ago?’ Jasmine thought.

Why? He keeps telling me he trusts me, yet he’s going behind my back, secretly investigating the past,’ she fumed to herself.

That could only mean one thing. He didn’t trust her at all.

And if Nicolas really found out that the person who saved him back then was actually Zoya, then she might lose him completely!

Her dream of becoming the wife of a listed company’s chairman would be shattered!

Nicolas was the best option among all the men around her right now. She absolutely could not let him discover the truth!

With that thought, Jasmine deliberately let herself fall to the floor, crying out, “That hurts!”

Nicolas, who had been on the phone, immediately hung up and rushed back to the room, finding her on the ground.

“What’s wrong?” he asked urgently, rushing over to her.

“When you left, I started feeling anxious again and tried to go after you, but I accidentally fell,” Jasmine said, frowning in pain. “Nicolas, my ankle hurts… can you carry me back to bed?”

Nicolas picked her up and laid her back on the bed. “I haven’t gotten you your water yet. Wait a moment.”

But just as he straightened up to leave, Jasmine suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck. “Nicolas, don’t go!” Jasmine said, her voice trembling.

Nicolas froze on the spot. He watched Jasmine bite her lip, her brows drawn together with nerves.

He’d always thought of Jasmine as the strong, no-nonsense woman. But right now, she seemed unusually fragile and vulnerable, a far cry from her usual self.

“I’m just getting you some water. I’ll be right back,” he said softly.

In the next second, Jasmine pressed her lips against his,

Nicolas’s body stiffened. Though they’d been staying together in her Marabotara house since coming here, they had never gone beyond innocent closeness.

Jasmine had hinted a few times, but each time, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Because every time he got close to her, Zoya’s face would flash through his mind.

We’re divorced, aren’t we? Then why the hell can’t I stop thinking about Zoya?’ Nicolas thought, feeling tangled up inside. ‘Is it because this whole trip to Marabotara, she’s basically everywhere I look?’

When the kiss ended, Jasmine’s clothes had somehow slipped off her shoulders. Nicolas quickly turned his head away, but Jasmine leaned in closer.

“Nicolas, it’s all because of Zoya, Jasmine whispered, her voice trembling. “Ever since you divorced her, I’ve been having constant nightmares. She probably blames me for the split, so she’s determined to embarrass me in front of everyone. Please… stay with me tonight.”

Hearing her mention Zoya, guilt flashed across Nicolas’s face. “I’m sorry. You’ve suffered because of my past with her.”

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Jasmine said gently. “It’s okay. As long as I can be with you, I can endure any humiliation from Zoya.” Then she kissed him again, whispering between breaths, “When I saved you back then, I already liked you… I just didn’t realize how deep those feelings went until now. We’ve wasted so many years…”

Her initiative contrasted sharply with his hesitation.

He hadn’t even had time to ask who his rescuer truly was. The phone call had been cut off when she fell.

And now, without knowing the truth, he was letting things go further with Jasmine…

‘Should I really be doing this?’ Nicolas couldn’t help asking himself.

Suddenly, Jasmine’s voice cut through the tension again. “Nicolas, if you really can’t forget about Zoya, it’s fine. I’m willing to wait for you. Tonight, just treat this as if I never said anything. You can go back to your room. I don’t want to be a bother.”

“That’s not true! How could I not care about you? Zoya and I are divorced. There’s nothing left between us,” Nicolas responded quickly, sounding almost desperate.

Jasmine smiled faintly, wrapping her arms around him again. This time, Nicolas didn’t resist.

Even if he hadn’t had the chance to ask who really pulled him out of the water, Nicolas was sure it had to be Jasmine.

He’d started digging into the old case not to chase after Zoya, but to finally break free from her shadow. He was done letting

her mess with his mind.

And just like that, Nicolas was lost to Jasmine.

After a long while, once they were done, Nicolas fell into a heavy sleep. Jasmine quietly sat up and reached into the shirt pocket of his clothes, fishing out his phone.

She typed in the passcode quickly.

Nicolas had never actually told her his password, but he’d never even tried to hide it from her, so she naturally remembered

She checked the call log and noted the most recent incoming call.

Jasmine memorized the number, then slipped the phone right back into Nicolas’s shirt pocket, just as if nothing had ever happened.

Once she was done, Jasmine lay back down beside Nicolas and gazed at his sleeping face. She murmured softly, “Nicolas, don’t blame me. People are always selfish. Only the selfish ones survive better.”

‘Honestly, all I want is a better life. Is that really so wrong?’ Jasmine thought.

When Zoya spotted Wren the next morning, he looked really out of it.

“Couldn’t sleep last night?” she teased with a playful grin.

“Kind of,” Wren mumbled, avoiding her eyes.

He’d spent half the night replaying her kiss in his mind, body burning, ending up taking several cold showers before he

could calm down.

“You can nap in the car later,” she said.

They were heading out to the Richmond family’s company in Marabotara today, about thirty minutes away from the villa by car.

“Alright,” Wren answered, surprisingly well-behaved.

Gilbert Newman, the secretary, had gone from being utterly gobsmacked by these scenes to feeling totally numb.

He had never thought the cold and untouchable Wren would turn into a total puppy every time Zoya was around.

The biggest shock, of course, had been learning a few days ago that Wren and Zoya were officially dating.

It hit him like a bolt of lightning, so intense he knew he’d remember that feeling for the rest of his life.

So now, no matter what wild scenes Gilbert witnessed between Wren and Zoya, nothing could shake him anymore. He figured he’d seen it all.

After breakfast, Wren and Zoya hopped into the car.

“Go ahead and get some sleep,” Zoya said softly.

“Can I lean on you while I sleep?” Wren asked.

“Sure,” Zoya replied with a warm, easy smile.

Wren slowly leaned in, but instead of resting his head on her shoulder, he looked up and gazed straight into Zoya’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Zoya blinked in confusion.

“Don’t you want to kiss me?” he said softly, his usually cool voice filling the car.

Zoya was completely dumbfounded. In the front seat, Gilbert realized his composure wasn’t as solid as he thought. Wren’s words nearly made him choke on air.

“Gilbert’s literally right up front driving!” Zoya stammered.

From the rearview mirror, Gilbert caught Wren’s icy death-glare.

“I’m just driving! I didn’t hear a thing!” he said quickly.

“So?” Wren murmured again, still waiting. ‘Maybe I’m the only one who hasn’t stopped thinking about that kiss from last night, he wondered, a faint sense of doubt flickering in his eyes.