Semua Bab A Marriage Deal To Remember : Bab 31 - Bab 40

JENSYNThe pencil rolled off the table and hit the floor with a soft clatter, but Andrea didn't bat an eye at it. She just sat there, arms folded across her chest, her math book open in front of her. She wasn't looking at the pages either; her eyes were on the window.I bent to pick up the pencil and placed it back by her hand. “You’ve been on that same problem for ten minutes,” I murmured, watching her face. She didn’t blink.“I don’t feel like it,” she mumbled after a moment, her voice flat, like someone pressing down a piano key with no intention of playing a song.“That's okay.” I leaned back into my chair when I sat and folded my legs. “We don't have to do math. We can do anything you want to or talk.”Her shoulders twitched like I said a forbidden word.She kept staring out the window, watching a few doves fly across the fence. I wanted to talk to her about deeper things. I wanted to stir her up, open her up and know what she was feeling.“I was thinking we could bake something,”

JENSYN The silk dress clung in all the right places. It was too short for brunch also. It barely reached my knees but that was what ‘someone’ told me to wear. It was peach (perfect for the sun, and not red), backless, and high-high slit. My message last night was the beginning of me being flirtatious. I just hope I don't end up sleeping with Linden again. The last wasn't a mistake. I did it for Andrea and I would do it all over again. Linden’s glance skimmed over me as we walked into the sun-drenched courtyard of the hotel's fancy restaurant. His hand grazed my back when we walked in, then vanished like I’d burned him when we went to our seat. He was definitely seething. He hadn't said anything about the dress, but I couldn't see that he disapproved of it. At the table, Lev was there. He got up and shook hands with Linden. “Jensyn,” Lev greeted, his voice lazy. I took a close look at him. His blazer was open, shirt unbuttoned enough to show a hint of tanned chest. He took my hand

THIRD PERSON POV“You did what?”Emily had walked into his office with heels that clicked against the polished marble tires. He sat behind an oak desk this time, arms crossed, the afternoon light casting patterns of the windows bars across the room.She closed the door quietly, breathing in the scent of leather and coffee. She kept her shoulders squared, calm. He didn’t look at her.“I did what I said, I met Jensyn.” Emily let the words land like a challenge she dared him to take.He stiffened, his fists clenched tightly. A slow exhale escaped him. His jaw was tense and a frown creased his forehead. “Emily, are you mad?”“I met her at the Estate Wine Party and she was very accommodating.” Emily lied. She wouldn't be telling him the part Jensyn told her to stop stalking Andrea. Even he didn't know that. For this, he was not the only one who stood to gain something.“She asked about Andrea’s mother. She cared enough to ask.” She paused, meeting his eyes. The lid of his fountain pen tapp

THIRD PERSON POV Susanne's heels struck the floor with angry clicks as she took her seat in the first class seat of the plane. The burn in her chest wasn't from the perfume she had drowned herself in, it was from the rage that clouded her mind. Her fingers fumbled inside her purse until they closed around her phone. She pulled it out and stabbed Arthur's name on the screen, saved as ‘Old Fool—Father-In-Law’.It rang once then his voice, smooth as ever, came on. “What is it, Hallison?” “Susanne.” She corrected him. “I called to tell you I'm leaving Paris. I am tired, you hear me? I am tired of chasing your son, tired of him making me look like a fool. You couldn't fix this shit since.”“Is this how you talk to your father?” Arthur demanded coolly, upsetting Susanne even more.“I swear it, I will tell my father to cut off your little business arrangements if you don't get Jensyn and Linden to divorce.”A pause came. Not long, but enough to make her stomach clench. Then his laugh—dry,

LINDENMy house had come alive tonight. Laughter echoed off the high ceilings, mingling with the scent of expensive cologne and baked pastries. I kept my glass steady, my smile easier.Jensyn floated through it all like she's been born into this world of wealth. The dress she wore fitted her just rightly. It was silk red and it caught the light as she walked. Her hair was loose, just as I liked it. It wasn't necessary for her to utter a word, people knew she belonged here.Two of my business associates from the Singapore branch cornered her near the terrace doors. Herbert and Kyle. They brought her to the table I sat in and the conversation began. “So,” Herbert leaned in, eyes bright behind his glass, “tell me how you tamed him. Linden's been a mystery since I knew him. And that his friend, Lev, is just as mysterious. And now, look who is married.”One look at Herbert and I shot him a glare. I detest the way his eyes skimmed over Jensyn's dress. It reminded me of the way River AKA. R