CHAPTER 743: CHAPTER 743: SECOND ENCOUNTER AFTER AMNESIA

When Nora Northwood saw Jasper Sinclair again, it was at five in the afternoon.

At that time, she was taking a nap.

Melbourne is three whole hours ahead of the time back home, and she still hadn’t adjusted her jet lag.

The man was waiting for her in the living room downstairs. She casually threw on a coat and went down.

"What is it that requires such a fuss to get me here?"

There was a sharp edge to her words, making it clear that Jasper had come with malice.

Nora’s mind was still booting up, surrounded by a foreign atmosphere that reeked of disinfectant.

She walked two more steps forward and sat on the sofa, the genuine leather sinking under her weight.

"Sit down and talk."

Jasper didn’t listen, standing woodenly in place.

Nora suddenly recalled Raina Sinclair’s description of him and couldn’t help but smile, saying softly, "No wonder your aunt says you’re like a wooden piece."

This remark did not stir any waves in Jasper.

To him, everyone but Peach Bell felt foreign.

Not getting a response, Nora felt awkward, puckered her lips, and got to the main point.

"I’m Nora Northwood. You used to love calling me Nora. We got married two and a half years ago. Except for the initial period, we were mostly happy. Six months ago, you made up for the wedding I missed, and Peach Bell entered our lives then. We argued over her and even reached the brink of divorce."

As she reached this point, the curve of her lips turned colder.

Because of Peach Bell half a year ago, and here they were, still because of her. This little girl was indeed relentlessly haunting them.

"Did I divorce you?" Jasper asked, raising his eyebrows.

"No." Nora scrutinized the man’s expression, trying to find a breakthrough, but unfortunately, found none.

She continued, "Every day, I sent you a divorce agreement, and each time you shredded it and returned it to me. This went on for months before you realized where you went wrong. You sent Peach Bell back to where she belonged, and we reconciled."

"Why would I marry you?"

One question after another pulled Nora back into her memories.

Her gaze slowly turned calm and undisturbed as she narrated the past with a melodious voice, "Back then, I needed money. Your grandmother asked me to marry you, offering a sum as a bride price. I agreed to the transaction because no girl was willing to marry you, so I became that unlucky one."

"Marrying me was unlucky?"

Jasper frowned. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

From the word "unlucky," he associated certain indescribable scenes. Could it be that he had some abnormality?

"It was quite unlucky. In the first few days, you ignored me. You wouldn’t even tell me your true identity, always wary of me as if I were a woman greedy for fame and fortune."

"How good can a woman be who sells herself for money? Isn’t that just a clearly marked price?"

At half a meter away, Nora felt his malice even more intensely, along with the sarcasm hidden in his eyes.

How could such words come from Jasper Sinclair’s mouth?

He grew up in a privileged environment and received a world-class education. Even in his anger, he would not have uttered such vulgar words.

Nora clenched her fists, suddenly at a loss for words.