His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 597

“Come on, Jason, don’t you ever think that.” Nydia cradled the damp cheeks of her man, her eyes

rimming with urgency an redness Each tear he shed seemed to carve both deep and shallow pits into

her heart.

No one knew just how strong her Jason was better than she did. He had been her elder brother and

sister’s right–hand man, the sharp blade in their hands

But today, for her, this towering pillar of a man had hidden away, weeping silently in the solitude of the

kitchen

How much anguish must he endure to strip away his pride, to cast aside his armor, and stand so

forlorn?

Jason’s eyes fell, his long lashes damp. His voice was a raspy whisper of hurt, “Nydia, you’re the

golden girl of the Ashbourne family, the treasured daughter of Chairman Emeric and Mrs. Myra, the

beloved sister of President Ashbourne and Ms. Evadne. I’ve watched you grow up, remember you as a

carefree child, lollipop in mouth, trailing behind your sister with such endearing Innocence”

“If it weren’t for me, I can’t bear to think how much happier your days could be. But my family’s ruined

your happiness”

Nydia shook her head, tears mingling with her pleas.

She feared he would spiral into self–destructive thoughts.

Jason’s sobs grew thicker, his teeth clenched with a fury that almost shattered them, “Seeing you

humiliated by them today, I just

Before he could finish, Nydia stood on tiptoes, sealing his feverish lips with a passionate k*ss, eyes

closed, lost in the fervor.

Jason’s breath became labored, his gaze intoxicated. His chest heaved against her thinly veiled

bosom, the soft yet firm outline unmistakable through her blouse.

Desire slithered inside him, a fiery serpent winding its way to his core.

Plop–plop-

The milk in the pot bubbled over, jarring them from their trance

“Mmm. Jason, the milk’s going to burn if you don’t turn off the stove,” Nydia’s voice was a breathy

whisper, her face flushed within his embrace

Jason, snapped back to reality, turned off the burner in a fluster, cleaning up the mess with a practiced

hand.

After the chaos, he took a breath and chuckled ruefully, “Look at me, I can’t even handle the little

things.”

“You’re wrong,” Nydia insisted, hurling herself into his arms like a koala, “Jason, you are the most

perfect man in my eyes.”

She tightened her grip around his waist, “Just remember, you’re so important to me. And stop with the

gloomy talk. I can get really angry, you know, and that’s scary

Her lips, swollen from their k*sses, pouted in mock anger, dispelling some of the clouds in his heart.

Nydia’s expression turned serious, “My happiness once came from my family, but the happiness to

come will be something we build together. Don’t feel sorry for me. No relationship is without its

struggles. The Ashbourne girls, each one Daddy’s little princess, have all tasted the bitterness of love.

Even Debby, now the First Lady, faced many trials before she and her husband could be together. Our

family objected to their age difference, her husband’s frail health, and all the political campaigning she

had to endure. Dad and Suri sure put up obstacles back then.”

Jason’s lashes fluttered. He’d heard bits of this story from his sister.

“But none of that stopped them. And look how well it turned out. Debby’s persistence paid off. Her

husband adores her. They’ve found their happiness, making sweet music together.”

Nydia gazed up at him, her face aglow with hope, “You’ll spoil me just as much, won’t you? The

happiness you give me won’t be any less than what my sisters have, right?”

Jason’s heart skipped a beat, his lips pressing a warm k*ss to her forehead.

Yes, she had him. Her hands were clasped tightly around his heart, his life, his soul…

Nydia, I swear, this is the last time I won’t let you suffer as you did today”

His eyes burned with resolve as he embraced her, vowing. “My last name may be Dempsey, but from

the moment they spoke against you, I am no longer part of the Dempsey family”

Nydia, moved yet worried. “Jason.”

have no family left.”

Jason’s laugh was tinged with helplessness but also with release. “From now on, I am just Jason, not

Mr. Dempsey”

“Who says you have no family?”

Nydia’s brows furrowed, her fingertip silencing his lips, “With me, you have a family. My family is your

family”

The moonlight cast a soft, ambiguous glow.

It was only natural that they would share a bed.

But it was just that–sharing a bed. Jason, ever proper lay in his pajamas beside Nydia, stiff as a dried–

up tuna, with an imaginary wall between them.

He could smell her sweet scent, feel her breath, her warmth.

Jason swallowed hard, once, twice.

A fire smoldered in his gut, even as a man of high principles, with the woman he loved right beside him,

the long night stretched on, a true ordeal,

Suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted over him.

Jason’s eyes snapped open to find Nydia straddling his waist, leaning down in a moment that sent her

oversized shirt sliding off her smooth shoulders, stopping just at her waist.

His heart hammered as he quickly closed his eyes, as if afraid to defile her, to defile a saint.

“Open your eyes, look at me,” Nydia’s lips brushed his ear, sending tingles down his spine.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, now flushed, his palms sweating onto the sheets.

“Jason. I’m yours”

Reason finally shattered, clarity lost.

Jason flipped over with an irresistible force, pinning her beneath him, his voice rough and husky with

unmistakable desire, “Nydia, are you really ready?”

Her eyes, soft as silk, shyly nodded d in consent.

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In the heat of passion, desire and love entwined, Nydia’s cheeks flushed like a delicate rose about to

bloom, shy and radiant just for him.

“Ms. Nydia, he pleaded with a voice thick with emotion, “please, let me stay with you for a lifetime, will

you?”

In this moment of ardor, Jason’s call of “Ms. Nydia” was muffled, his fervent gaze ablaze with a

devotion that knelt only for her, sending shivers down her spine as she lay beneath him.

He thought, “From now on, I want more than just a place in your heart. I want to merge into your very

being, into the warmest depths of you.”