Tangled Hearts: Chased by Another Tycoon after Divorce-Chapter 163: Understanding Structure

Corbin Prescott sensed something was wrong and felt a tightness in his chest. "Boss, it’s time for your medication. I’m sure madam is just heartbroken and wants to take some time abroad. She still needs to lay the old lady to rest. She’ll definitely come back soon."

Autumn Fordham looked at Julian Fordham’s extremely gloomy expression and trembled with fear. Had she said something wrong?

She regretted not staying that night. Who could have foreseen such a dramatic change? She regretted it deeply.

"Brother, sister-in-law loves you so much. She would never betray you. She was kind enough to send me back to the country, or else I wouldn’t have had the chance to see you. I know I’ve made mistakes. Please forgive me this time. I promise to be obedient from now on. I..."

Julian Fordham’s eyes flashed with a murderous glare as he looked at her, resembling a long-starved demon, sending a chill down Autumn Fordham’s spine. His voice was cold: "Are you done? Then get out of here."

"Brother, I’m your sister..."

Before she could finish, Julian Fordham suddenly picked up shattered glass from the ashtray on the floor and pressed it against her face.

He struggled to control the murderous aura within him. "Autumn Fordham, you’d better shut up. Just seeing your face makes me sick! Do you want to die?"

Autumn Fordham trembled with fear and ran away quickly, "My brother has gone mad!"

Julian Fordham let out a cold laugh. Yes, he had gone mad the night his child died.

Why wasn’t it the Jameson Family who died, but his daughter?

Corbin Prescott cautiously asked, "Boss, I’ll go investigate right away. Don’t overthink it. No matter what, you and madam have shared so many years together. Rhys Hawthorne can’t just replace that so easily."

Autumn Fordham provided Mirada, and the two of them had a slight breakthrough.

Mirada was small, after all, and they really did find some things out.

On the night Autumn Fordham encountered the two, Mirada hosted a beautiful fireworks show by the coast.

In the square, many people were dancing the waltz.

Julian Fordham noticed the striking couple among the young men and women at first glance.

Just like in a TV show, you can always spot the protagonists among a crowd of extras.

Victoria Monroe was wearing a silver dress. The silver sequins on the hem of her skirt and her flat shoes glimmered faintly with her dance steps.

Rhys Hawthorne held her waist, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulder. The two danced under the streetlights like a couple.

After the waltz, they watched the fireworks display, and among the thousands of fireworks, they were so close, almost kissing.

Corbin Prescott knew he’d said the wrong thing.

Nothing in this world remains unchanged, not even people’s hearts.

He saw that Julian Fordham’s uninjured hand was clenched tightly into a fist, his knuckles turning pale, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"Boss, it’s best not to watch anymore..."

Julian Fordham’s entire body trembled with anger, but he uttered a pitiful sentence: "My Victoria, she doesn’t want me anymore."

"Boss, the fireworks and waltz were surely Rhys Hawthorne’s deliberate arrangements. He’s pursuing madam intensely. We need to come up with a plan; otherwise, madam will truly have a change of heart."

Julian Fordham abruptly drank a glass of cold water to force himself to calm down. "You’re right. I’ll think of a way."

He murmured softly, "Victoria wouldn’t change her heart that quickly. I’m still in time; everything can still be fixed. Investigate their whereabouts promptly."

"Understood."

Soon Corbin Prescott returned, "Bad news, Rhys Hawthorne isn’t in a hurry to bring madam back to Kenton. They’re on a yacht at sea, and we can’t track their exact itinerary for now."

The situation had turned around, and now Rhys Hawthorne was in control.

Just like when Julian Fordham left with Victoria Monroe, Rhys Hawthorne now held the initiative.

Even if Julian Fordham rushed to Mirada, he couldn’t catch up with them. The torment Rhys Hawthorne endured back then, Julian Fordham would now experience it tenfold.

Julian Fordham even magnified Victoria Monroe’s face, trying to find a hint of unhappiness.

He was deeply disappointed to find that with Rhys Hawthorne, Victoria Monroe appeared so calm, without a trace of disdain.

There was even a hint of girlish charm.

Scenery that was once for his eyes only was now fully displayed to Rhys Hawthorne, driving Julian Fordham mad with jealousy!

He absolutely couldn’t let this go on.

Julian Fordham’s eyes turned cold, "Enhance this video to high definition and send it to Tristan Hawthorne."

"Boss, are you asking Mr. Hawthorne to intervene and stop them from being together?"

Julian Fordham mumbled to the vast white snow, "Yes, the Hawthorne Family would never allow their son to marry a twice-divorced fallen actress. Rhys Hawthorne loves giving me ultimatums, doesn’t he? I’d like to see which he’ll choose, the world or the beauty?"

Corbin Prescott vaguely felt this was unwise. "But Boss, things between you and madam are already at an impasse. If something else happens, I fear..."

Julian Fordham stood with his hands behind his back, "Corbin, I have no other choice."

Corbin Prescott silently sighed as he looked at his back, "I understand."

Julian Fordham touched his wedding ring, thinking to himself, Victoria, soon you’ll understand, Rhys Hawthorne won’t marry you! You’re just a temporary amusement for him.

Victoria, in this world, only I love you the most.

*

Tonight, the sea was particularly gentle, like a mother’s hand softly caressing the yacht.

After lying down, Victoria Monroe suddenly snuggled into Rhys Hawthorne’s embrace, catching him off guard, yet making him slightly nervous.

He feared he might have misunderstood Victoria Monroe’s intentions, so he restrained his inner impulse and asked calmly, "Victoria, I’m not quite sure what you mean."

Even for someone experienced, facing someone as cool and detached as Rhys Hawthorne made Victoria Monroe feel embarrassed.

After all, her situation with Rhys Hawthorne was different from that with Julian Fordham.

Before making a move, she and Julian Fordham were one step away from breaking through.

Rhys Hawthorne was like a high deity in her heart, and it felt blasphemous to think in this direction.

But now she realized even gods have emotions.

Felt a bit awkward and worried about offending him.

The darkness concealed her face; she whispered near his ear, "A bet lost is a debt unpaid. I lost."

"So..." Rhys Hawthorne’s heart raced.

Victoria Monroe mustered her courage, "I’ll do my best to cooperate with you. Tonight, you can do as you please, let you know what a woman is like."

The words "do as you please" instantly made Rhys Hawthorne’s blood surge.

When teasing Victoria Monroe during the day, he was bold; when she reversed the roles, he became extremely nervous.

"Victoria, what should we do?"

Neither knew the other’s thoughts, and neither could let go.

Ultimately, it was Victoria Monroe’s experience that led her to speak first, "Do you... want to touch me?"

Rhys Hawthorne’s mind went blank, about to explode.

From past to present, his hands had always been quite gentlemanly, never intending to take advantage of Victoria Monroe.

But now with Victoria Monroe’s candid words, his ears turned red.

Rhys Hawthorne’s mouth began to salivate, and his adam’s apple couldn’t help but bob frantically.

Victoria Monroe whispered, "I think that’s the simplest way to understand a woman."

Rhys Hawthorne nervously tightened his throat, "Victoria, can I really?"

Feeling his gentlemanly demeanor, Victoria Monroe decided to go all out.

In the dark, she took his large hand with her small one, leading it to her pajamas.

Blushing, she bit her lip, "Maybe you should first try unbuttoning my buttons..."