The CEO’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

The Ceo’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

Chapter 41: The Wedding Frame Jackson approached her, pursing his lips in regret and guilt. The emotion he was feeling right now – wright pain as if it was stabbing to his heart. The tears she had shed for him restlessly because of what he did felt like he was being torn apart by her unaffectionate eyes. He frowned, gritting his teeth, and seizing her wrist.

“I was a cheater, I admit. But right now, I seriously don’t want to let you go.”

She cast his hand a look, “Because you feel guilty?”

“Believe anything you want,” he held her hand blatantly, “Just please let me stay. Allow me to stay and atone for the sins I have made. You asked me why I am doing this,” He nodded his head in full agreement, “I know I look like a fool in your eyes. I am unaware of why I am stooping this low when I could have another woman to hug, kiss, or spend the night with. But I just can’t.”

He looked at her hair, brushing it away from her forehead and drawing near to her. The next moment, as if they were in slow motion and a movie drama, Jackson gently leaned forward with a close of his eyes – it made Airina anticipate, holding her breath. Albeit that she had just thrown harsh words to him, he still took the time to reconcile with her and waver her heart.

Smooch.

Jackson’s lips left a mark on her forehead. It was a promise he wouldn’t let go of her even if she did so. He gazed down at her blinking and unmoving lips before spreading his arms and softly placing her between his arms.

He declared in a more solemn and firmer voice, “I want to be yours. Completely.”

He cupped her cheeks, wiping the tears that were about to dry, and faintly smiled.

“This is the last time…”

“… Of?” She managed to ask while her heart pounded crazily.

“I will ask for your consent. If you don’t permit me, I will,” he blinked his eyes in uncertainty, “I will not bother you anymore.”

“If I give you permission, what will you do?”

Jackson released a soft giggle, “I’ll be your man.”

“My man?”

Jackson deeply exhaled, “The type of man you want, the man you like to spend your life with. I will change until you feel satisfied and give me the consent of making me yours.”

Airina, in a fit of embarrassment, slightly pushed him away and turned to the door. She calmed her insane heart.

“You’ve already changed than anyone knew.”

Jackson followed behind her, “Does that mean you give me permission?”

As soon as they landed on the first floor, she folded his arms and faced him as if she wasn’t affected by what he stated.

“I can’t give you what you want.”

“I can wait for you.”

“Unfortunately,” she tilted her head, “If you don’t say something when you should have, then there’s no way it would be necessary again.”

“Even if I begged and knelt before you?”

Airina averted her head away from him. “I’ve answered that question,” She then went to the sofa, giving him the suit he had draped over, “Leave my house.”

“But you’re still sick.”

“I can move on my own.”

“I can take care of you.” He insisted, not budging away from his position. “If you get sick again…”

“I will call the doctor for further examination,” she quickly reached the door and opened it for him, “Leave. Now.”

Jackson clenched his fist, nodding his head. As he was about to head out, he turned to her with a pleasant expression on his face.

“I didn’t mean to look at your things but… I found a frame hidden deeply in the drawer. I shouldn’t have picked it up, but curiosity got the cat.”

“You even stole one of my things?”

He shook his head, “I dare not. But I keep our wedding frame in our bedroom, too,” he leaned forward seizing the time she was surprised to plant a peck on her cheek. He bid his goodbye with, “Thank you for giving me a chance.”

“… You… Jackson! You….!” Airina realized it too late, touching her right cheek in belated surprise and huffing. Right after closing the door, she yelled, “And I was so pretty in that frame that I couldn’t throw it away! It’s not like I still have feelings for you. Argh!”

She then rushed to her bedroom, digging where he had found their frame. She blew on it, wiping the frame to clean it more.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hmph, you jump to conclusions, Jackson Miller Georgiñia.”

She plopped on her bed, timidly touching her cheek, and hugging the frame with her other free hand.