Chapter 65 Jasmine is Henry's Bottom Line
Jasmine shook her head, saying nothing.
Regret?
Of course, she had some regrets.
But regret was futile.
Her regret wasn't for not compromising with Henry at the beginning, but... regretting why she didn't die in the year she was born.
"You rest first; I'll make dinner." Jasmine's voice was low, polite, and distant.
Henry frowned, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and lit a cigarette.
Jasmine's current demeanor was obviously not the feeling he desired.
She was acting so nicely simply because she was Jasmine.
"Ben, tell Melissa's agent that she has been acting recklessly lately. She needs to settle down, no commercial activities or acting jobs for the next six months." Henry spoke coldly.
On the other end of the phone, Ben understood his boss’ intentions.
This was to hide Melissa for at least half a year.
Just because Melissa had provoked Jasmine today.
"Okay, Mr. Patrick."
After hanging up, Henry turned to look at Jasmine bustling in the kitchen.
Her hair was loosely tied up, and her figure looked incredibly slender.
From Henry's perspective, Jasmine was truly beautiful, captivating enough to hold one's gaze for eternity.
Six years ago, when Henry first saw Jasmine, he thought that a canary like Jasmine was suitable to be kept in a cage made of gold, to be displayed for admiration.
But now, Henry had the urge to hide Jasmine, to keep her only for himself.
Hidden at home, away from anyone's coveting eyes.
"The contract... Are you sure you don't want to take a look?" Henry tossed the cigarette butt, walked into the kitchen, and embraced Jasmine from behind.
Jasmine's body tensed up. The kitchen knife almost fell on her foot, but Henry quickly grabbed it.
"No need..." Jasmine shook her head.
"I want you to be with me, not to be a maid." Henry's voice was low and hoarse, reminding Jasmine once again of his desire.
He felt a strong attraction towards Jasmine, but at least in this regard, he would respect her choices.
Jasmine numbly stared at the boiling noodles, her hands slowly dropping.
"Henry, you don’t lack women." Ever since he could remember, he never lacked women.
"I don't lack maids either." Henry let go of Jasmine, leaning playfully to the side.
Jasmine understood that Henry was the kind of man who wanted what he couldn't have, but once he truly obtained it, perhaps he wouldn't be so persistent.
"Today... I met Melissa. She's beautiful and dazzling; the kind of woman who shines wherever she stands." Jasmine turned off the stove, facing Henry. "There's no need... to waste your energy on a woman like me; you won't like it."
Compared to women like Melissa who sparkled, she seemed too dim and lackluster.
Jasmine untied her apron, tossed it aside, and unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time.
The scars on her body were shocking, and the bruises were terrifying.
After being released from prison for so long, they still hadn't completely faded.
There were countless scars on her wrists from numerous suicide attempts; they were truly unsightly.
She was far from perfect.
Henry had extreme demands on women, at the very least, he demanded perfection without flaws.
And she... was already a shattered piece of pottery, too cheap to even glance at.
Henry stood rigidly in place; his fingers clenched tightly at his sides.
"Do you think someone like me would be valuable?" Jasmine laughed self-deprecatingly, fearing that she wasn't worth much even if she were to be sold.
"You rest well." After a long while, Henry spoke in a low voice. "When you figure things out, find Ben to sign the contract. Use the money in the account as you please, if you're short on cash, just ask Ben."
Henry turned and left, almost fleeing.
When he saw the bruises all over Jasmine's body, his emotions became complex.
Jasmine laughed at herself, picked up the shirt on the floor, and sat on the ground for a long time.
Any man wouldn't be interested in her now.
If they knew the disgusting experiences she had been through, they probably wouldn't even want to look at her.
What was the point?
…
Henry left his residence and went to a bar alone.
"Mr. Patrick..." Melissa had heard that Henry was drinking alone and immediately went into the room, leaning into his arms as she cooed, "I know I was wrong..."
She had already heard from her agent that Henry intended to hide her.
She had followed Henry for three years, and after graduating from a dance academy, she had achieved her current success—all thanks to Henry.
Although she had earned enough in these years, what woman wouldn't love a man like Henry?
When she compared herself to those women in the entertainment industry who sought sugar daddies, Melissa had basically hit the jackpot.
After all, other big bosses were either fat and rich or had various special quirks. Handsome and playful men like Henry were few and far between.
Of course, Ethan was the ultimate dream guy for all female stars, but unfortunately, Ethan had OCD and didn't allow any woman near him.
"What did you do wrong?" Henry didn't push Melissa away; his voice was incredibly low as he spoke.
Melissa almost clung to Henry. "I shouldn't have provoked Jasmine."
"Get up." Henry instructed Melissa to stand up.
Confused, Melissa obediently stood in front of Henry.
"Take off your shirt." Henry's voice was very low.
Melissa hesitated for a moment and glanced around, even though there were only the two of them in the private room.
She gritted her teeth; after all, he was her sugar daddy.
After unbuttoning her shirt, Melissa took it off, and then tried to sit on Henry's lap.
"Get lost." Henry muttered under his breath, tilting his head back and downing a whole glass of alcohol.
Just like Jasmine had said, Melissa was very beautiful, flawless, with fair skin and no scars.
But inexplicably, Henry's mind was filled with thoughts of Jasmine.
"Henry..." Melissa felt a bit wronged, unsure of what she had done wrong.
"Jasmine is my bottom line. If you provoke her, I will show you that the rumors of my ruthlessness are true." Henry stood up, straightened his suit, and left.
Melissa watched in shock as Henry left.
Having followed him for three years, she had never known which woman would become his bottom line.
Who was this Jasmine, and what was her background? She seemed quite ordinary.
…
After returning home, Henry loosened his tie and glanced around the empty room.
Jasmine must be asleep.
After passing by the dining table, Henry noticed a bowl of vegetable noodles. The soup was still warm and the noodles were not clumped together. It was obvious that Jasmine had just cooked it and left it on the table.
Subconsciously glancing towards the guest room, Henry took off his jacket and tossed it aside, feeling inexplicably drawn to the fragrance of the noodles.
Surprisingly, he felt a bit hungry. After eating a few bites, Henry raised a hand to his forehead.
Frustrated, he ripped off his tie and threw it aside, then slammed his fist on the table, causing the soup bowl to crash to the floor.
In his mind, all he could see were the bruises and marks on Jasmine's body.
Five years. He had made Jasmine spend five years in prison. He had watched as Daniel and the Wilson Family destroyed her pride.
Inside the room, Jasmine heard the commotion and anxiously walked out, only to find Henry sitting in the dining room in a disheveled state, clearly having had a few drinks.
Bowing her head, she went to pour him some water, then crouched down silently to clean up the broken pieces.
"Get up..." Henry's voice was hoarse.
Jasmine didn't move and continued to clean up the fragments in silence.
"I said get up!" Henry grabbed Jasmine and pulled her up, trapping her in front of him by encircling her and placing his hands on the table.
Jasmine was frightened by Henry's anger; she was trembling as she tried to push him away.
Breathing heavily, Henry stared at Jasmine and spoke roughly, "You can make demands..." He wanted Jasmine to rely on him; she could ask for anything she wanted. Whatever she desired, he could provide.
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