Chapter 23 did he ever?

Jasmine Everly's P O V

"You didn't?" He repeated, as he stared at me suspiciously.

"I brought the soup from the restaurant, and I ordered the rest of them," I informed, trying to change the topic.

He stared at me for a few seconds before nodding his head and saying, "Let me buy you lunch tomorrow."

I turned my head to him, confusion and shock covering them, as I asked, "What?!".

"I don't like to own anyone any favor, so let me make it up to you," he said, carrying the food towards the other empty table on the side.

"I am good, and it's not a big deal," I said, trying to avoid his eyes as I tried to focus on the rough designs again.

It's getting harder to focus for some unknown reason.

"Either you let me treat you to lunch or you can take these foods back," he said, making me turn to him this time, pissed.

I clinched my hand in anger but then nodded my head as I didn't want to drag this on any longer and said, "Fine!".

I know he won't ever let this go until I agree.

He smiled and started to have his lunch.

I watched him through the corner of my eyes and saw how he was enjoying the food.

Light food always gives us comfort, and I am happy that he feels good.

He had the burger and sandwich so fast and drank the soup in a matter of seconds before discarding the bags and the boxes on the dustbin.

It was barely 2 minutes before he sat down for lunch.

Then he left after taking some files from his desk, giving me some space.

I shook my head at how busy he was, and yet he wanted to make this contract with me that didn't benefit him.

He could have asked for more, and still, Asher will accept because he isn't here for the money but for the name and the publicity.

This event will be watched by many people, and if people see a new name or brand, then it might become famous or known among the fashion industry, which is why he is going through all this trouble.

He helped me a lot before, and I wanted to help him this time, so I accepted it even when he asked me to sign that ridicule contract which can allow Sabastian to boss me around.

I took a sigh and went back to do my work in peace.

It was better, and I could concentrate like I used to.

I don't know how the time runs so fast that it's already 6: 40 pm.

I took a sigh and tuned in to look at Sabastian's desk, wondering what he was doing now.

It's been so long, and yet, he hasn't come back. Is he okay?

I flinched and shook my head, saying, "I am not worried or anything. I am... I am only looking for him because I want to go back after reporting to him like that stupid contract of his said!".

I got up from my seat and started to pack things while looking at the door, waiting for him to enter at any moment.

I took another sigh, as the memories of the past started to play at the back of my head.

All these times, I was so busy with the work that I didn't notice, but right now; I am alone in his office room, where he spent most of his time.

And I started to have a lot of questions, like:

Does... Does he ever think about me like I do?

Is he in pain like I am?

Does he go to my contact and wait for my call, or does he try to call me like I always do?

Does he get nightmares like I do?

My heart cliched in pain as I remembered the last time we saw each other before 6 years. 

He throws me out of the house after asking me to sign the divorce and saying to never meet him again. 

It was way harder at the start. 

Harder was a little word compared to the pain I felt at that time. I was in one line behind, going back and begging him to take me in. 

I left my family to be with him and got so dependent on Sabastian, both mentally and financially, that I didn't know how I should live my life. 

He was like the only family that I had on that time when both his family and mine hated me.

Stacy was the only one with me those times, trying to comfort me, but the moment I found that I was pregnant with Cece, I did everything in my power to move on and start my life for her. 

But it was so hard, and there has been no day that I didn't think about him or dream about him. 

Can I really call those things a dream when it hurts so much? 

I took a long breath, trying to hold back those tears like I always do. 

He is not worth it! He doesn't deserve my tears! 

Did... did he ever think about me like I did? 

Or did he ever feel that pain like I did? 

Did he ... 

I shook my head, not wanting to get into these tangles like before. It hurts and I already know the ending. He doesn't love me and only hates me with all the fibers in his body. 

He only wants to hurt and torment me. That's why I am here for this stupid reason.

I should stop thinking about it and actually move on, like he did. 

It was 6 years and why the hell am I hanging on to that bad ending relationship? 

I shook my head and got up, walking out of the room, not ready to wait for him in there. 

I walked to the elevator and down to the ground floor, trying to distract myself from thinking about something else so I wouldn't be in pain. 

"Hello, Ms. Jasmine." I turned my eyes to look at the same man I met today.