While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Stubborn Fool

Dorian sat in his leather chair, his wine glass empty, his steak still untouched. Across from him, Wesley Wen leaned back, his sharp eyes was still fixed on Dorian’s face.

The question still hung in the air.

You wouldn’t... fall in love with her, would you?

Dorian’s jaw tightened. His gray eyes met Wesley’s.

"Do you think that’s possible?" Dorian asked.

His voice was flat and cold. The warmth that had flickered there moments ago was gone.

Wesley studied him. "Possible? With you? No. I don’t think you’re capable of it."

"Then why ask?"

"Because I’ve never seen you watch a video twice. And you watched that one three times."

Dorian looked away and his thoughts went back to Veyra, the pizza shop and the way she had stood there with an empty gun, facing down armed men, and smiled.

He pushed the thought away.

"There’s someone else," Wesley said. His voice was softer now. Curious. "Someone from your past."

Dorian’s hands stilled.

"You’re still thinking about her, aren’t you?" Wesley continued. "The woman from before. The one you’ve been searching for."

Dorian said nothing.

Wesley leaned forward. His voice dropped.

"I’ve known you for fifteen years, Dorian. I’ve seen you build an empire. I’ve seen you destroy competitors without blinking. I’ve seen you walk into rooms where everyone wanted you dead and walk out without a scratch." He paused. "But I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you looked at that photograph. The one you keep in your wallet."

Dorian’s hand moved toward his jacket pocket. Then stopped.

"That was years ago," Dorian said.

"Years don’t matter when it comes to some things."

Dorian was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, "I will never like another woman besides her."

The words were firm. Absolute.

Wesley nodded slowly. "Then why did you get married?"

"The marriage is a contract. A business arrangement." Dorian’s voice was clinical. Detached. "She carries my child. After the baby is born, we will divorce."

"A contract," Wesley repeated. "That’s all?"

"That’s all."

Wesley studied his face. Searching for something. A crack. A hesitation.

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