His Secret Child, Her Revenge: Remarrying Up novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182 Too Late

Chapter 182 Too Late

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Back in the day, she had wished countless times for Silas to surprise her with a bouquet on some special occasion and take her out for a proper, romantic dinner.

But it never happened.

Now, just as they were on the verge of going their separate ways, that old wish was finally coming true.

Too bad she’d stopped dreaming about it a long time ago.

Silas had reserved a table at an upscale fine-dining bistro.

Upscale decor, soft lighting, elegant tableware-the whole place was dripping with that classic romance. Exactly the kind of spot meant for a couple on a date.

Truth be told, Jasmine was never much of a fan of fine dining or foreign cuisine. She’d always preferred homestyle comfort food-or even better, Margaret’s famous handmade pasta with two sunny-side-up egg on top. Now that was delicious.

Thinking of Margaret’s pasta reminded her of Ethan.

Jasmine recalled once mentioning to Ethan that Margaret wasn’t just great with pasta-she also whipped up all kinds of little homemade desserts.

Ethan had said, “I’ll have to swing by and try them sometime.”

“Sure,” Jasmine had replied. “Come over whenever you’re free.”

But even now, Ethan had never actually stayed for a meal at her place. Every time he came by, it felt rushed, like he was just passing through.

And it was always because of something related to her.

“What’s on your mind?”

Silas pulled out a chair for her like a true gentleman.

Jasmine snapped back to the present.

“Nothing, really.”

He handed her the menu.

“See what you’d like.”

Jasmine shrugged lightly. “I’m easy. Whatever you’re having is fine.”

It was an old habit-letting Silas decide based on his mood.

Silas smiled gently.

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“Tonight, you choose.”

Jasmine’s lips twisted wryly.

“You’re acting like this… I really don’t know how to take it.”

His gaze softened.

“Care for some wine?”

“No, thanks. Water’s fine.”

“Their house red is quite good. Made locally.”

“Really, I’m okay. I don’t enjoy drinking much.”

Silas paused thoughtfully.

“I remember you used to drink quite a bit at those client dinners. I thought you liked it.”

Jasmine laughed softly, though it held a hint of bitterness.

Those times she got drunk were only to help Silas close deals. She’d forced herself.

The truth was, she genuinely disliked the taste of alcohol.

“I quit.”

Silas didn’t press further.

“Alright. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

Jasmine just wanted the evening to be over as quickly as possible.

The way Silas was behaving tonight was throwing her off.

It was just dinner, but he was dressed like he was heading to a high-society gala.

And his whole demeanor-gentle, polished-was nothing like the Silas she knew.

Thankfully, the meal itself was mostly quiet.

Silas didn’t talk much, which allowed Jasmine to simply enjoy the calm.”

It was only as they neared the end that Silas placed a small box on the table.

A velvet case, deep red.

He opened it to reveal a diamond tennis bracelet.

A designer piece.

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Chapter 182 Too Late

Probably ran around 240 grand.

“I saw it at the boutique and thought it would suit you. So I got it.”

Jasmine stared at the glinting links and found herself momentarily at a loss for words.

Silas reached out.

“Give me your wrist. Let me put it on.”

Jasmine sighed quietly.

“What’s this supposed to mean?”

“We’re about to part ways,” Silas said. “I wanted to give you something to remember me by.”

She felt the urge to laugh, but it didn’t quite come. Instead, a faint sadness settled over her.

Jasmine exhaled softly.

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“Flowers, a romantic dinner, a gift… these were all things I wished for so many times during the three years we were together.

“But… it’s too late now.”

Silas looked at her intently.

“If you’d be willing=”

“I’m not,” Jasmine cut him off, her voice firm.

Silas frowned slightly.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“It doesn’t matter what you were going to say,” Jasmine replied. “I don’t want any of it.”

Late affection wasn’t just worthless-it was insulting.

That feeling of “I can’t live without you” had long since crumbled to dust, after her pride had been trampled again and again.

“But I already bought it…”

For the first time, Jasmine saw something like pleading in Silas’ eyes.

She recognized the act-playing humble, trying to soften her up so she’d go along with what he wanted.

No.

Not happening.

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