Masked Hearts Collide

"What’s going on? How is it that we still haven't tracked down those two girls after all this time?"

Cameron stood there trembling, too scared to say a word.

Then, Jenson issued an order: I was banned from his presence for the next two months.

I pretended to run off in heartbreak, but the second I turned around, I called my best friend, Abby Palmer, to help me pack for a vacation.

Honestly, this arrangement was perfect. Since neither of us wanted to see the other, we were soulmates in the most bizarre sense.

What I didn’t know was that Jenson had also left town on a business trip to avoid me.

When I was setting off fireworks by the sea, I suddenly spotted a familiar figure walking toward me. Jenson held a cup of juice in one hand, his charming eyes curving slightly as he smiled.

"Are you here by yourself, Miss?"

I looked around to make sure he was actually talking to me.

Dear God. In a swarm of people this massive, how did he still manage to zero in on me with such pinpoint accuracy?

I lowered my head and quietly told him I was married.

Married! Surely that would be the end of it. This had to be the deterrent that would finally make him leave me alone, right?

Jenson froze for a second, obvious disappointment flashing through his eyes.

I immediately turned to leave.

However, Jenson frowned, as if he were weighing a monumental choice. "I don’t mind. But when exactly does your husband intend to step out of the way?"

I stared at him, completely shell-shocked.

This...

The path I was on seemed to lead straight toward a divorce that would leave me penniless.

"Sir, please maintain some self-respect," I snapped, my anger rising.

Jenson offered a calm rebuttal, "If your husband truly cared for you, he would be standing here by your side watching the fireworks tonight."

The sight of happy couples strolling along the shore only heightened the pathetic reality of my solitude.

Standing under the palm trees, I met his gaze and spoke with deliberate intent, "My husband is actually a terrible man. The day after we got married, he was already thinking about someone else. He detests me and treats me with utter contempt. But given his family's immense power, I'm trapped..."

Jenson immediately exploded with moral indignation. "What a scoundrel!"

The moment he finished cursing, he sneezed. Yet when he looked at me again, there was suddenly a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes.

Before I could react, he seized my wrist. "You need to leave him. I will assist you with the divorce."

I nodded absentmindedly, not taking a single word seriously.

However, Jenson was suddenly gripped by a strange resolve. "Spend the night with me. It's not what you think. It's just that I'm worried… that your face will slip from my memory."

He told Cameron to bring the car around.

Realizing I couldn’t break free, I bit down hard on his hand and bolted while he was distracted by the pain.

Being married to a man with face blindness did have its perks. Provided there were no cameras around, the person responsible could escape right under his nose.

However, the very next day, Jenson stopped me outside my hotel while I was wearing sunglasses and a mask. He demanded to know whether I still had feelings for that "scumbag husband" of mine.

I froze.

Beside him, Cameron tried to persuade me kindly, "Miss, you really are lucky. You solved a problem that’s been troubling Mr. Bailey for years."

Jenson suddenly tightened his grip around my wrist. "I can’t remember anyone’s face... except yours. We really must be fated."

Ha. If he hadn’t already used the exact same routine on me twice before, I might actually have believed him.

I quickly forced myself to calm down and analyze my situation.

Under absolutely no circumstances could Jenson discover that I was the "vulgar and boring" wife he despised. Otherwise, my easy life would be over.

In the worst-case scenario, I’d just start wearing heavy makeup at home so he wouldn’t recognize me.

I shook off his hand and declared firmly, "As long as my husband is still around, I will never leave him."

A dangerous darkness flashed through Jenson’s eyes. "Then, we’ll make him disappear."

I stared at him speechlessly.

'Buddy, maybe learn to recognize my face first before plotting murder.'