Chapter 109
Shermaine’s words could be considered a gentle warning. Both Jameson and Natalie should learn the consequences in advance. With that, Shermaine took the elevator, planning to find her senior, Danielle.
Jameson was livid, his face turning ashen as he got into the car. He couldn’t hold back any longer and spat, “With Joshua backing her up, she’s completely out of control!”
Natalie slid into the seat beside him and soothed, “Don’t be angry. Shermaine just doesn’t know me well yet. Once she understands what kind of person I am, she’ll surely let go of her prejudice. These things can’t be rushed, so let’s just take it slow. And she’s right… Back when I was with you, you were already a married man. People would have talked behind my back for that. Now, all I really want is for Jason to be acknowledged. As for becoming your wife, I don’t have high hopes. Things are fine as they are.”
Guilt washed over Jameson as soon as he heard her words. He pulled Natalie into his arms and said softly, “How could I ever blame you? If I hadn’t pressured you back then, you never would have agreed to be with me. I’m the one who owes you; I never told you I already had a wife and child. From the moment I met you, I regretted being married.”
He tightened his embrace. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my promise. Not only will I have Jason recognized as part of my family, but I’ll also marry you. One day, you’ll be Mrs. Jean.”
Natalie nestled sweetly in his arms, a soft smile curving her lips. She whispered, “Jameson, I’ve never regretted meeting you.”
In an instant, Jameson was utterly bewitched. As her intoxicating fragrance filled his senses, his desire flared up uncontrollably. “Nat,” he murmured huskily, “let’s have a daughter tonight. Any daughter of ours would surely turn out even better than Shermaine.”
Carrying a cup of coffee, Shermaine made her way to Danielle’s office in the neurosurgery department. The office door was ajar, revealing a narrow gap. A cozy warmth radiated from within. Danielle must have been exhausted—she’d fallen asleep right there at her desk, head resting on her arms. However, there was also a man in a hospital gown in her office. His hand hovered near Danielle’s cheek, as if he was about to caress it.
Though Danielle appeared aloof, she was actually quite popular with guys, especially the younger ones. But it seemed her heart already belonged to someone.
Shermaine entered quietly, unnoticed by the man. Just as his hand was about to land on Danielle’s face, she seized his wrist and shoved it away. “Sir,” Shermaine said coolly, “inappropriate touching is a bad habit.”
Jason hadn’t expected anyone to walk in. A fleeting shadow of malice flashed through his eyes, but his expression quickly returned to normal. He looked at the woman who had spoken. She was stunning, with crystal-clear eyes that seemed capable of seeing right through people. Her languid tone carried an unmistakable chill. He knew exactly who she was—his half-sister, Shermaine.
“What a buzzkill,” Jason thought to himself. He lowered his gaze and said, “My apologies. I got carried away. It wasn’t my intention to overstep.”
As they were speaking, Danielle was startled awake from her nap at the desk. She spotted Shermaine, then Jason, and asked, "What are you doing in my office?”
Jason feigned innocence and said, “I’ve got a bit of a headache, so I thought I’d come over.”
Danielle said coldly, “If you have a headache, let a nurse know and have them contact…” She trailed off without completing the sentence.
“Understood,” Jason said meekly, like an innocent rabbit. “My apologies, Dr. Shelly.”
“Alright. You may leave,” Danielle said coldly.
Jason took a few steps, then paused abruptly. Turning back, he offered a saccharine smile and said, “Hello there, little sister.”