Chapter 699 From This Moment, He Will Love Her Right 1
Avery froze.
It took him a long moment to find his voice. "What? Say that again."
Jennifer's voice trembled with excitement as she repeated herself, then added the details she had managed to dig up. "Tobias's ex-wife seems to be ill. I think Tobias is remarrying her out of a sense of responsibility, to give her some comfort."
She added, "Sounds like Tobias is quite a decent man."
Avery wasn't sure if Tobias was good or not, but he thought the decision was nothing short of brilliant.
His attitude shifted instantly. He even told Jennifer to find out exactly what the illness was. If necessary, they could help Tobias's ex-wife find the right doctor. She should live a long, long life.
Jennifer nodded in agreement. "I'll take care of it. Mr. Montague, our Montague Group is a pharmaceutical company. We have some very effective targeted drugs. We could even arrange for Tobias's wife to try them."
When Avery hung up, he sat alone in his car for a long time.
He was happy. And he knew he shouldn't be.
The Montague Group was in the business of saving lives. He had no business feeling this kind of satisfaction over someone's illness. But the truth was, his relationship with Isadora had just been handed a new opening, and the joy was impossible to suppress.
In the end, Avery called Taylor himself and asked her to help. Taylor agreed readily, though she couldn't resist teasing him.
Avery kept his tone cool, but after hanging up, his mind wouldn't stop racing. He thought of a hundred things, and then—inevitably—of that kiss. He was certain Isadora still felt something for him. Otherwise, why would she have let him kiss her for that long?
His emotions were a tangled mess.
Right now, he wanted to see Isadora more than anything. Even if she slapped him ten times, he wouldn't care. But he didn't want to spook her. After thinking it over, he decided to bide his time, to approach without letting her see him coming.
Spring sunlight poured down, warm and golden.
Avery carried that sweetness into the next Montague Group executive meeting. Every senior manager noticed his unusually good mood. More than once, he pulled out his phone and stared at it with a distant, almost foolish smile.
Had Avery fallen in love again?
During the break, Jennifer was washing her hands in the restroom when the head of PR—a forty-something woman infamous for her love of gossip—slipped up beside her and whispered, "Who's Mr. Montague seeing? She's gorgeous, right?"
Jennifer liked her well enough.
She glanced around, then leaned in and whispered back, "The same one as before."
The PR head raised an eyebrow. "Autumn?"
Jennifer shook her head. "The one who had his child."
That stunned the PR head. She stammered, "Wasn't she about to get married? Wait—don't tell me Mr. Montague is planning to be the other man?"
Jennifer swore her to secrecy, then explained about Tobias's remarriage. The PR head let out a low whistle and thumped her own chest. "Well, our lives just got a whole lot easier. When Mr. Montague's in love, it's like Christmas every day."
Jennifer, emboldened, lowered her voice further, "You're telling me. Lately he's been walking around with a storm cloud over his head, like some guy in his twenties going through a midlife crisis. You know how men without a sex life get—"
"What was that?"
The voice was low, cold, and far too close.
Avery stepped out of the men's room, crossed to the sink, and turned on the gold faucet. Even doing something as ordinary as washing his hands, he radiated that controlled, untouchable presence that made people instinctively step back.
Jennifer wanted to bite her own tongue off.
The PR head muttered a quick "Mr. Montague" and bolted.
Jennifer cursed her silently. She braced herself for a pay cut—or worse, a transfer to some far-flung overseas branch—but her boss only said, in that same calm tone, "Don't spread that kind of story about me again."
Jennifer blinked. "Then what should I say?"
Avery shook the water from his hands, his voice deceptively casual. "Loyal. Devoted. Responsible."
Then he walked out, even his footsteps sounding better than usual.
It took Jennifer a moment to realize—this really was like Christmas.
At three-thirty that afternoon, Avery dialed Isadora's number.
She was still angry and refused to answer. Avery stared at the red notification on his screen, and the sight filled him with a strange sweetness.
He turned the phone over in his long fingers, again and again, before finally sending a message: [I'm coming to your office.]
Isadora didn't take it seriously.
She knew Avery too well. Proud as he was, that kiss in the car was nothing more than proof he was still flesh and blood. But with her wedding so close, he would never swallow his pride to walk into her office and risk his dignity.
But she was about to get married. There was no way he would swallow his pride and show up at her office for everyone to see.
She set the phone down and remembered a call from Tobias.
He had said he'd be flying back on Saturday, that there was something important they needed to discuss.
Isadora assumed he wanted to go abroad to care for his ex-wife and child. She could understand that. Even if it meant delaying their wedding, she wouldn't hold it against him.
Adults had their own responsibilities.
She was deep in work when Anne knocked and stepped in, her expression complicated. "Mr. Montague is here."
Avery?
Isadora froze. "Where is he?"
Anne cleared her throat. "In the first-floor lobby. And he's not keeping it quiet—he's telling everyone he's here to pick up the mother of his child."
Isadora saw red.
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