Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

Chapter 1297: I’m Sorry, It’s My Fault

He said, "Jocelyn, I thought about coming to see you a thousand times today, but patients kept having issues. I completed two surgeries, took three emergency calls, and only now managed to break free."His tone carried a hint of exhaustion.

The kind-hearted Jocelyn felt a sudden ache for him upon hearing this, almost forgetting how she made it through the day.

Leaning in his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body, Jocelyn’s hardened heart melted. She reached out to grasp the hem of his shirt, feeling a stabbing pain in her heart once more.

"Last night..." Jocelyn tried to stay calm, refusing to argue unreasonably, "Did Vera spend the night at your place last night? Is that true?"

As a novelist, Jocelyn knew misunderstandings must be resolved quickly; sometimes a little stubbornness could ruin a good relationship.

She loved him, and if there was no fundamental mistake, she didn’t want to miss out on a good relationship.

She cherished the most honest form of communication between people—simple and effective.

Ian tightened his embrace, holding her close and feeling her sadness and grievances.

"She followed me home by car, saying she wanted to chat in the yard, so I let her into the living room."

Jocelyn listened without interrupting him, despite feeling sad and teary-eyed, remaining composed.

But the fact remained that she had stayed overnight.

Ian said, "I made it clear to her that nothing could happen between us, then I went upstairs, asking her to close the door when she left. I didn’t want to see her for even a second."

Jocelyn was taken aback, lifting her eyes from his embrace.

Ian clasped her shoulders, speaking earnestly, "I honestly didn’t expect her to sneak upstairs and spend the night in the guest room, even bringing a journalist along."

This was truly unbelievable, but... why did Vera do this? What was her motive?

If Ian didn’t like her, wouldn’t this only make things worse for her?

"Jocelyn."

Ian’s deep voice fell on the top of her head. He rested his chin gently on her soft hair, expressing his sincerest apology, "I’m sorry, it was my fault. Please forgive me."

Jocelyn broke down, tears welling up in her eyes, of course choosing to believe him.

"Then..." fingers clutching his shirt, she pouted, "How do you plan to deal with her? She’s always around."

"I’ve already fired her." Ian embraced her again warmly, "She won’t appear in our sight ever again."

His decision reassured Jocelyn greatly.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Although tears were in her eyes, her lips curled up, "Today must have been exhausting? You’ve been so busy; have you been eating well?"

No.

Ian hadn’t eaten lunch or dinner.

But seeing that she was no longer angry and willing to listen to his explanation, he suddenly felt as if his heart was filled with honey.

"Jocelyn, have you forgiven me?" Ian sighed in relief, once again taking her by the shoulders.

Jocelyn lifted her gaze from his embrace, looking into his deep eyes, "Of course I believe in you, and in my own judgment."

Ian was moved.

The stone in his heart finally fell, "Jocelyn, promise me no matter what happens, let’s give each other a chance to explain, okay? Don’t let ill-wishers succeed."

She nodded, her eyes filled with determination.

He held her hand, intertwining their fingers tightly together.

Jocelyn also needed this reassurance and, meeting his sincere gaze, led him outside, "Let’s go eat, I haven’t eaten either!"

As they descended the stairs, the scene was harmonious, walking hand in hand side by side, with a smile on Jocelyn’s face.