Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 854: Sooner or Later, My Wife Will Leave

"In this matter, I really didn’t think it through completely. But I have no better solution. Only this way can you quickly return to Stanton City, back to my side. Do you understand?"

Nora Northwood responded angrily, "I don’t understand, and I don’t want to understand. What you’re doing is not so-called love or affection. You’re just trying to satisfy yourself!"

"Teach how to love you."

...

At the end of the argunt, Nora wasn’t even sure what she was fighting for anymore.

She got up, wanting to get off the bed.

Before she could turn her body, Jasper Sinclair had already wrapped his arm around her waist.

The man rested his chin on her shoulder, asking in a nearly pleading tone, "Nora, where do you want to go now?"

He rarely used this tone, showing that he truly had no way out with Nora Northwood.

The person in his arms struggled a bit, but unfortunately, given the power disparity between genders, Nora couldn’t break free from Jasper’s embrace.

A sorrowful thought surfaced in her mind.

She was never his match...

The bright light from the crystal chandelier illuminated the anguish on her face, making it ticulously clear.

After coming to terms, Nora stopped struggling, lying motionless, like a lifeless doll placed in a display case, left for people to admire.

The more she acted this way, the more panicked Jasper felt inside.

Compared to Nora’s inactivity, he would rather she create a scene, hit him, or curse him—anything but ignoring him.

Facing her like this, Jasper was simply at a loss.

Eventually, even the sound of sobbing disappeared, leaving only the sound of two interwoven breaths in the room.

The embrace lasted for more than ten minutes.

When Nora finally spoke again, her voice was extrely hoarse. She conceded, "Let’s go to sleep; I’m tired."

After speaking, she fell onto the pillow.

Jasper Sinclair’s hand remained suspended midair, embracing nothing but air.

The lingering scent of shower gel filled the air.

After a pause, the color of his eyes gradually darkened as he began contemplating how to resolve the current predicant.

"Nora, can you talk to a little more?"

He lay half beside Nora Northwood, looking at the girl who stubbornly turned her back on him, resting his wrist on her waist, but not daring to apply too much pressure, leaving his wrist aching.

Nora didn’t respond to him.

He persistently continued, "If you don’t want to talk to , then just turn around and let see you, can you?"

When had the decisive leader of the Sinclair Family ever lowered himself to plead with anyone?

In this world, apart from Nora Northwood, there might not be a second person.

Nora still showed no intention of turning around, but her lips moved a little, "No."

The terse three words, at this mont, seed colder than any other words.

In fact, there was a mont.

Nora wanted to vent, have a big argunt, express all her dissatisfactions.

But by nature, she was a quiet, gentle girl and couldn’t act that way.

Feeling sad, tears rolled down from her eyes, soaking half the pillow.

At this mont, Jasper Sinclair was filled with remorse; if he had known how important VK was to Nora, he never would have gone after VK.

He silently pondered: It’s necessary to visit the hospital once more; the lost mories can’t be delayed forever.

If things continue as they are, his wife will surely run away soon.