Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 910: You Don’t Need to Apologize to Me

To this day, Jasper Sinclair still hasn’t been able to tell Nora Northwood in person that she’s been poisoned for a month.

His hand relaxed, and the phone slipped to the floor.

"Clatter—"

Nora jolted awake from her dream, her body trembling once.

Seeing Jasper’s grim face, she instantly understood.

"Jasper..." Her voice was really hoarse.

"I’m sorry, Nora."

The man’s apology seed without cause, making Nora’s nose twinge with emotion.

She pulled up Jasper’s hand hanging by his side, then buried her face in it, rubbing like a kitten.

She didn’t see the person above her forcefully blink his eyes.

"So, can you tell now?"

"Pretend none of this happened, leave it to , just wait for the results, okay?"

Jasper couldn’t bring himself to lay the harsh reality in front of her.

"No."

Her refusal was firm and resolute.

"It will co out eventually, rather than letting guess wildly, just tell the truth early. I’ll cooperate actively, it hasn’t reached the worst point yet, right?"

Under Nora’s persistent questioning, Jasper finally conceded and promised to take her to the research institute.

anwhile, Nora learned the real reason for Jasper’s recent early departures and late returns.

In the morning he dealt with business at The Sinclair Group, heading straight to the research institute after lunch.

He sacrificed his limited lunch break ti.

To make him feel a little better, Nora purposely acted indifferent.

They both tacitly understood, neither exposing the other’s pretense.

Professor Bishop received new information, and to et the true patient, the elderly man with grey hair made extensive preparations.

On the road between The Sinclair Group and the research institute, Jasper was working on easing Nora’s mind.

Nora’s ears were almost calloused, "Jasper, why have you beco so talkative?"

"Afraid of scaring you."

"I’ve been scared since childhood. If I’ve survived this long, it’s a blessing from the rats."

As a child, she lived among mice.

"I asked Louis Hayes to sponsor the rat poison pharmaceutical company."

"Seems like you have more money than you can spend!"

After a few playful exchanges, the atmosphere in the car noticeably lightened.

Jasper suddenly rembered another thing and seriously instructed, "At the research institute, you need to call ’Big Brother.’"

Big Brother?

Nora thought of a gang leader, and laughed so hard her stomach hurt, asking intermittently, "You’re not planning to... cosplay with ... are you... hahaha..."

Jasper couldn’t understand what was so funny about that.

"Nora, I really want to pry open your head."

After laughing for a good while, Jasper finally explained clearly, "mbers of the Sinclair Family can’t be guinea pigs. The fewer people know about your poisoning, the better. The people at the research institute don’t know my true identity, and naturally, they can’t know yours either."

Of course, they couldn’t keep their identities hidden for too long.

Once revealed, the research institute would understand how Jasper stood, not daring to casually spread the news.

"Who do they think you are?" Nora’s eyes twinkled as she asked, "A gang boss?"

"Why put ’old’ before ’big brother’? Do you think I’m old?"

"I wouldn’t dare."

"I think you dare very much."

The ti spent in laughter and chatter always passes quickly, so much so that when the car stopped at the research institute’s entrance, Nora still felt a bit dazed.