Chapter 3

Dashiell was right; I'm very satisfied with his apology gift this time.

He transferred five percent of his company shares to me.

For a greedy and stingy person like him to directly transfer shares to me, it's indeed a big sacrifice.

I keep turning those few pages over and over. The small company Dashiell and I founded together has now transformed into a public listed company.

I've also aged from twenty-five to thirty-two.

And Dashiell, three years younger than me, is only twenty-nine now.

I thought about Dashiell's face and figure. Back when I was with him, how many people envied me for dating a capable yet adorably clingy puppy.

And now?

I even closed my eyes and tried hard to recall, but I can barely picture what Dashiell looks like anymore.

But it doesn't matter, someone will remind me.

The deep night here corresponds to the break of dawn on the other side of the Earth. Aria eagerly sent me a photo of Yan wearing only a towel around his waist, making breakfast for her.

His back was fully exposed, covered in fresh red nail marks, as if to show off how passionate they were last night.

I replied with a nonchalant "Be careful" and Aria lost it."Juniper, who are you putting on this cold act for? Don't you know that's exactly what Dashiell hates most about you?"

"Dashiell said that when we get back this time, he's going to marry me officially, making me his lawfully wedded wife to spend the rest of our lives together."

"And you, as a woman who's been dumped by Dashiell seven times, will be out of the game for good, kicked out of his world."

I frowned as I read Aria's messages.

I didn't think Dashiell had the power to kick me out of the game, at least not now that I was the majority shareholder.

After a long silence from me, Aria couldn't stand my coldness and quickly sent another message: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Dashiell said the reason he dumped you and called off the engagement seven times in a row was because he hates your coldness and vanity. He wanted to see how long you'd put up with it for money, and when you'd finally start acting like a proper woman should."

Coldness and vanity?

I stared at these two words, lost in thought. I never imagined that this was how Dashiell saw me.

If I were truly cold, I would have left Dashiell decisively the first time he abandoned me.If you accuse me of being vain, then Dashiell probably wouldn't even have the right to speak to me in this lifetime.

I've been keeping a secret from Dashiell all along - I've never been short on cash.

I don't need to stand by his side as he builds his empire from scratch, nor do I need to pathetically wait for him to painfully part with a measly five percent of his company shares.