CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: HENRY JENNINGS TRULY LOVES YVETTE ASTON

Henry Jennings raised an eyebrow, a woman? Ethan Grant actually caused such a fuss to find a woman, arriving early in Montville?

"Make arrangements well; Ethan Grant should not be neglected. I’ll personally arrange it tomorrow evening." Henry Jennings instructed his assistant after glancing at the schedule. "Push back the schedule for the next few days; with Ethan Grant in Montville, I need to accompany him."

The assistant understood Ethan Grant’s importance, yet from President Jennings’s demeanor, it seemed like he was merely using Ethan Grant as an excuse.

Because Henry Jennings’s gaze was always on Yvette Aston.

"Investigate the Grant Family and the Aston Family, find out why she came to Montville." Henry Jennings knew Yvette Aston had been released from prison and had always wanted a chance to go to Meridia. He never imagined Yvette would come to him on her own.

Leaning back on the sofa, Henry Jennings’s gaze had a deeper meaning — this time, it was Yvette Aston who proactively entangled him...

Then he wouldn’t be blamed for not letting go.

"Isn’t she the reception desk at the club?" The assistant was shocked; how did she have connections with the Meridia’s Grant Family and the Aston Family?

Henry Jennings paused, raising his head to look at the assistant. "Ben Ziegler, how many years have you been with me?"

Ben Ziegler looked anxious. "Six, six years...."

"You didn’t recognize her?" Henry Jennings inexplicably felt a tightness in his chest.

Yvette Aston, had really changed a lot.

Even Ben Ziegler didn’t recognize her.

Ben Ziegler also paused for a long time, shocked, pressing his hand against his mouth. "This... the change is too great."

The Aston Family’s young lady, Yvette Aston.

Ben Ziegler knew from his first year on the job that his boss had his eye on a wealthy heiress, cold and noble.

She was the woman their boss desired but could not obtain.

It had only been six years... and she had become this.

"President Jennings, does she know about you back then..." The assistant hesitated to continue speaking.

Henry Jennings gave Ben Ziegler a warning look. "Watch your mouth."

Ben Ziegler lowered his head. "President Jennings, my mistake."

After recognizing Yvette Aston, Ben Ziegler’s gaze was tense, pausing to look at Yvette several times.

Six years later, he still remembers the first time he saw Yvette Aston, the year he was just interning after graduation, following President Jennings to Meridia, watching Yvette Aston perform a ballet solo on the opera house stage.

She was really stunning on stage.

Ben Ziegler knew that Yvette Aston was a radiant, noble swan, meant to hang pure and white in the sky.

But later, she fell into the mire, and no one extended a helping hand. All the men who loved her but couldn’t have her wanted to trample her underfoot, watching her humble plead, waiting for her to turn around and kneel begging.

Undoubtedly, Henry Jennings won; at least six years later, Yvette Aston had worn down her arrogance, humbly appearing beside him.

The present-day Yvette Aston is no longer like she once was.

"President Jennings, how is this outfit?" The image consultant brought Yvette Aston over for Henry Jennings to see.

Henry Jennings looked at Yvette Aston, hesitating for a long time before speaking. "Long hair looks better."

Yvette Aston instinctively raised her hand to touch her hair, lowering her head uneasily.

Back then, she took pride in her long black hair, smooth and straight even without grooming, but later, her hair, along with her pride, was ruthlessly cut off.

"Go pay." Henry Jennings instructed the assistant to settle the payment.

Yvette Aston anxiously followed the assistant; she needed to know how much it was.

Seeing the panic in Yvette Aston’s eyes, Ben Ziegler quietly spoke. "Short hair looks good too."

Yvette Aston paused, waving her hand. "Can I... just have one item? It’s too, too expensive."

Ben Ziegler remembered his first conversation with Yvette Aston; she said, "Isn’t being an assistant exhausting, even having to help your boss pursue a girl?"

Back then, when Yvette Aston smiled, she was radiant, like a fairy, making hearts race.

She handed Ben Ziegler a bottle of water, then took the white rose from his hand. "If I don’t accept the flowers, would your boss trouble you?"

In Ben Ziegler’s memory, Yvette Aston was a beautiful, kind-hearted princess with a good family background, meant to always be elevated like the pure moonlight.

But when that moonlight was trampled into the mire, it was indeed sorrowful.

"Are you sure you want to stay with our boss?" Ben Ziegler kindly asked while no one was around.

Perhaps out of conscience.

Ben Ziegler also knew Henry Jennings liked Yvette Aston, but his affection...

Over the years, women surrounded Henry Jennings, yet every woman he picked was a ballet dancer; he always chose those resembling Yvette Aston’s former visage.

No matter how many women he swapped, they all bore Yvette Aston’s shadow.

Yvette Aston thought for a moment, gave a bitter smile. "I have no other choice..."

If there were a second option, she wouldn’t belittle herself.

But she was already degraded enough, where was there still room for choice?

Being with Henry Jennings was better than being thrown to those wicked men by Jayden Grant.

Ben Ziegler looked down, feeling pity. "Don’t worry about the clothes. President Jennings has always been generous to women; he’ll undoubtedly be more generous to you. Staying by President Jennings’s side is at least safe. As long as he’s willing to keep you, you don’t need to worry about anything else."

In Ben Ziegler’s eyes, what he once perceived as pure moonlight, in the end, was also dyed with worldly hues.

He didn’t think Yvette Aston now was bad, only lamented the world.

Yvette Aston lowered her head, no longer speaking.

"Where are you staying?"

On the way back, Henry Jennings asked.

Yvette Aston stared out of the car window, lost in thought, not reacting immediately.

Arriving in a strange city, she hadn’t rested well for a few days.

Henry Jennings signaled the assistant to circle the city, letting Yvette Aston see more of the outside world.

"Development... so fast." Yvette Aston, like Granny Larson’s first visit to Grandview Garden, looked amazed at Montville’s vibrant lights.

She visited Montville when she was in her teens, back then it was still quite underdeveloped.

She recalled her brother, Stellan Aston, saying only Meridia is a big city, Montville is just the countryside.

Yvette Aston had refuted; she believed every city had its unique cultural charm and character.

Now developed, it lost a bit of its former beauty.

"The high-end malls, hotels, recreational venues here are all President Jennings’s properties." The assistant smiled while introducing.

Yvette Aston leaned against the window, gazing outside like that.

It had recently snowed; snow was still perched on trees though the roads were clean.

After five years in prison, Yvette Aston longed most for freedom.

Yvette Aston continued watching the outside world, while Henry Jennings’s gaze stayed fixed on Yvette. "To Brookside Park."

The assistant was momentarily stunned, driving to Brookside Park.

Yvette Aston stepped out of the car, looking at the snowy park landscape, her face revealing a rare smile.

She liked snow because it’s clean and pure.

"Aren’t you cold?" Seeing Yvette reaching out to grab the snow, Henry Jennings frowned.

"It’s warm..." Yvette aston, rare moment, smiled at Henry Jennings.

Henry Jennings stood still, realizing he never knew she was such an easy-to-please person.

Six years ago, to win Yvette Aston’s smile, he spared no expense at auctions to buy jewelry to cheer her up.

Yet at that time, Yvette Aston remained indifferent, following Jayden Grant, unwilling to spare a glance to anyone else.

But now, was she truly this happy just being brought to see the snow?

Perhaps, he never truly understood what Yvette Aston wanted.

No one knew what she wanted.

"Meridia hasn’t snowed. Did you have snowball fights as a child?" Henry Jennings draped his coat on Yvette Ashton, crouching beside her, reaching out to form a snowball.

Then tossed the snowball at Yvette Aston.

Yvette Aston paused, holding the snowball for a while, then laughed.

But that laugh carried a touch of bitterness.

Henry Jennings rose to look at Yvette Aston, his face not looking well. "Let’s go, back."

He regretted...

Three years ago, he visited the prison to see Yvette Aston, but Yvette refused to meet.