CHAPTER 561: CHAPTER 269: RATHER BREAK UP AFTER DATING THAN GET MARRIED AND THEN DIVORCED (1 UPDATE)

Jane Quinlan now realized that Kay Forrest was nothing short of a wolf that devoured people without spitting out their bones.

She herself, a decent housewife, had been teased into becoming half a harlot.

After a quick battle in the office, Kay Forrest even hooked her chin and teasingly asked if it felt like having an affair.

Jane was genuinely terrified that someone might burst through the door at any minute.

An affair? More like acting like a thief.

She quickly straightened out her clothes: "Oh, you better get busy. After you’re done, we can go home."

"Alright, get busy, and we’ll battle again at home."

Jane speechlessly tapped her own head; she decided to let him work overtime here until dawn today.

After leaving the company, Kay thought about where to dine while driving.

Jane received a call from Daisy, and the two women chattered on endlessly.

Daisy had a good first impression of Benjamin Quinlan.

She described Benjamin in eight words: "Gentlemanly, erudite, warm-hearted."

"That’s how most people in our family are, all on the warm-hearted end."

Daisy pouted: "Sister, you two are not even on the same frequency, okay?

What you have isn’t warmth, it’s coy charm.

Your brother is genuinely warm.

You know what? He actually helped me cut my steak when we were dining.

And when we watched a movie, he passed me tissues."

"You cried? What movie was so touching?"

"Nothing like that. This is basic, okay.

I found out that only women with compassion tend to get emotional easily."

Jane was speechless, "Since when did my brother start liking the Lin Daiyu type?

Sister, go easy when you play your part, don’t overdo it."

"Play what? I’m all natural.

You think I’m like you, with a hyperactive mind?"

Jane snorted and turned to ask Kay: "Daisy says I have a hyperactive mind, am I like that?"

"No, you’re quite chatty in front of me."

Jane rolled her eyes: "I feel like I can’t have a friendly chat with you two anymore."

"Alright, Miss Daisy Zenith, I’ve decided I won’t see you again.

You can hang up now."

"Hey, wait, did you turn on the speakerphone?"

"No."

"Good, listen to me then, don’t turn on the speakerphone, this can’t be heard by Director Forrest."

Jane laughed, becoming absent-minded: "Alright."

"Your brother told me you’ve been bullied at the company, what’s that about?

Why don’t you make your relationship with Director Forrest public.

It’s easy for you to get the short end of the stick.

Is it Director Forrest who disagrees or you?

Don’t be foolish. A woman’s allure to men is determined by hormones.

Now Director Forrest is totally into you, steadfast and unwavering.

But when the day comes and his hormonal secretion ends, you’ll be done for.

Don’t make a mistake.

When you can hold onto a man, don’t let go, cling tight, and when it’s time to get married, just get married."

Jane nodded while laughing: "Okay, I got it."

"Don’t doubt it, I’m speaking from the heart because you are my sister, and that’s why I worry about you."

"I know, I truly appreciate your kindness.

But I also have my own thoughts, don’t worry.

Be careful on your way home, I’m going to dine out with Kay."

"No worries, your brother has already dropped me off, didn’t I tell you your brother is a good guy.

Go on, you two go dine.

Take what I said to heart."

"Got it, hanging up."

After hanging up, she tossed her phone into her bag.

"Actually, Daisy’s concern is valid, aren’t you afraid that if we don’t get married now, we’ll break up someday?"

Although Jane’s phone wasn’t on speaker, Daisy has a loud voice.

Sitting so close to Kay, even without the speakerphone on, Kay heard everything loud and clear.

"If two people are together purely because of hormone influence, they’ll get divorced even if they get married.

I’d rather accept breaking up after dating than divorcing after marriage.

At least I’d still be a first-time bride, which makes it easier to find someone else."

Kay gave her a glance: "Thinking of finding someone else? Haven’t I treated you well enough?"

Jane burst out laughing.

So he gets jealous too.

"What I mean is, in my eyes, love doesn’t end when hormones stop working.

I always believe that there’s someone who will stay with me till the end.

If that person is you, even when one day the hormonal effects truly fade away.

"We will still be together," she assured.

Kay Forrest glanced at her, and her firm belief that someone would be with her until the end of her days shook him.

"Then why do you refuse every time I mention getting our marriage certificate?"

Jane Quinlan shook her head without hesitation: "It’s not the right time yet. You still have so many troubles to deal with right now.

Wait until you’ve worked through the issues at hand.

When your father is no longer disappointed in you, if you still want to marry me, then I will become your wife."

"So that’s what you’ve been worrying about.

I’m quite capable at work.

I can balance both work and family."

"But I don’t want you to be exhausted from being stretched too thin.

I want you to be in your most relaxed and peaceful state of mind when you marry me."

Kay Forrest gave her a thumbs up. So many people tried to sleep with him in order to marry him.

So many people hoped to hear him propose.

Yet she was the only one who seemed to love him not for marriage’s sake.

A faint smile curled at the corners of Kay Forrest’s lips. Indeed, he had not chosen the wrong woman.

"Kay Forrest, look quick, it’s snowing!"

Jane Quinlan excitedly saw the faint snowflakes in the light of the car’s headlights.

He asked, "Do you like the snow?"

Jane nodded: "Yeah, when I was back home, every year when it snowed, all the kids from around a dozen neighboring households would build snowmen in the streets.

The row of snowmen by the riverbanks, as if alive, accompanied us through many winters."

Kay Forrest nodded; he noted that.

After the two had dinner together, they went home.

Kay Forrest was always a man of his word.

Since he had said they would have a good time at home, there was no reason not to follow through.

Jane Quinlan seemed to have been trained into being quite the talent by him.

When he was up for it, she would incredibly cooperate in every way.

Initially, Kay Forrest had been puzzled about why she had been so compliant recently.

After the fact, when he questioned her, she replied with a mischievous smile: "It’s you who gets tired, not me.

You’re responsible for the sweating; I’m responsible for the fun. Why wouldn’t I want that?

Besides, I’ve heard that this kind of activity, when done frequently, can help you lose weight.

Look at it this way, you get to work out your abs, and I get to slim down—it’s a win-win.

So, my strategy isn’t bad, is it?"

"Good, very good. So, to realize our dream of you getting abs and me losing weight, let’s go another round."

Jane Quinlan was flabbergasted, a classic case of digging one’s own grave.

She raised her hand high, see, this was the typical example.

Early in the morning, when Jane Quinlan opened her eyes, she was surprised to find that Kay Forrest was not in bed.

She sat up confused, as Kay Forrest was usually a sleeper.

She got out of bed, walked into the living room, and called out, "Forrest?"

No one answered.

With her confusion growing, she turned back to grab her phone and dialed Kay Forrest’s number.

As it turned out, the ringtone of Kay Forrest’s phone sounded from within the living room.

When she went to look, his phone was there—unattended.

It seemed unlikely that he’d gone far or to work.

She pursed her lips, gathered her hair, and proceeded to the kitchen.

Just as she was about to cook, she noticed the kitchen windows were covered with snow.

Surprised and delighted, she thought, what heavy snowing, how wonderful.

Just then, she heard the front door open.

Coming out to see, Kay Forrest returned with his face red from the cold.

Jane approached him, puzzled, "Where have you been?"

"Jane, there’s been an incident at the entrance; go down and take a look," he urged.

"What happened?"

"Don’t ask so many questions. Just go down, and you’ll understand."

Kay Forrest insistently picked up her down jacket from the door and draped it over her.

Changing into snow boots, Jane followed him outside.

During the elevator ride down, she occasionally looked at his somber expression.

Worried, she reached for his hand – gosh, it was freezing.

"What exactly happened at the entrance? Why do you look so upset?"

"Promise me, after we go out, no matter what you see, you won’t cry," he said.

Hearing him speak like this, Jane became even more frightened.

"What in the world happened? Don’t scare me," she pleaded.

Kay Forrest sadly shook his head: "You’ll have to see for yourself; I can’t bring myself to say it."

Jane Quinlan felt her heart start pounding erratically.

Kay Forrest rarely looked this serious.

His expression scared her, truly scared her.