Chapter Five: The Male Model from That Night Was Actually Him?
Jocelyn's POV
It seemed that during those three days, Asherton had learned about my current situation.
Not only that, he also threatened me to hide the fact that we were getting divorced and to pretend to be a loving couple with him.
No wonder people say that in the end, love depends entirely on conscience.
Clearly, Asherton had no heart.
In order to prevent him from disrupting my plan to take back the Richter Group, I could only compromise temporarily.
On the day of the banquet, I wore a black deep-V gown. My impressive figure and delicate features instantly attracted the attention of many guests.
Asherton, standing beside me, touched my shoulder, signaling me to take his arm.
As the Laurent family was a top-tier wealthy family in Saint Laurent State, the people attending the banquet were all elite members of high society.
For such an occasion, Asherton naturally needed me, his wife, as a complement.
So that everyone would know that he was not only successful in his career, but also had a loving and harmonious family.
Seeing that I hadn't moved for a while, Asherton reached out his hand and gently brushed the stray hair by my ear behind it with a tender expression.
Using a voice that only the two of us could hear, he said:
"Darling, tearing off the mask now wouldn't be good for either of us, understand?"
My fingers tightened.
Sure enough.
Even though he had amnesia now, he still knew how to precisely grasp my weak spots.
I suppressed the surge of anger and disgust in my heart, forced out a smile, and pretended to intimately take Asherton's arm.
Asherton was very satisfied.
Just like before, he enjoyed the envious looks cast toward us.
But now, I only felt that those gazes were like densely packed fine needles piercing my body, and they were poisoned.
I quietly clenched my fingers hanging at my side.
After today, I absolutely won't let anyone threaten me again!
Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the entrance.
A group of black-suited bodyguards quickly poured into the banquet hall, standing in two rows at the door in unison.
Then, a striking figure walked in, capturing everyone's attention.
His pace was unhurried, yet carried an innate sense of oppression.
Dressed in a custom-made dark suit with impeccable tailoring, as if every inch of fabric perfectly merged with his body lines, displaying unparalleled nobility and elegance.
But when I saw that chiseled face clearly, my heart instantly skipped a beat, and my eyes trembled slightly.
How could it be him?!
What shocked me even more was that I saw a kind of respect on Asherton's face that I had never seen before.
I didn't have time to investigate further; I just wanted to find an opportunity to slip away.
But Asherton led me toward that man.
Asherton bent slightly, extending his hand to the man with a fawning expression.
"Mr. Herman, I'm so glad you could attend the banquet!"
Herman?!
Hearing this name, the blood in my entire body seemed to freeze instantly.
The man from that night was actually Herman, the newly returned head of the Thorne family!
If the Laurent family was a top-tier wealthy family in Saint Laurent State, then the Thorne family was the most elite existence in all of Country M.
Oh my God!
I actually mistook Herman for a male model!
And slept with him!
Herman lowered his eyes and coldly glanced at Asherton's hand frozen in mid-air, his face showing no expression.
Instead, his assistant quickly stepped forward.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Herman doesn't like shaking hands with others."
Hearing this, Asherton could only awkwardly withdraw his hand.
As the sole heir of the Laurent family, I was already accustomed to seeing Asherton being flattered by others.
This was the first time I'd seen him looking so embarrassed. For a moment, I forgot the panic in my heart and almost laughed out loud.
But before I could hide the secret pleasure in my eyes, I suddenly met a sharp gaze.
My heart tightened sharply, and I immediately looked away, burying my head low.
Asherton beside me seemed to also notice that Herman was staring at me, and said: "Mr. Herman, this is my wife, Jocelyn."
Hearing this, I could only pretend to be calm and raise my head, my eyes wandering uncertainly as I forced out a smile.
"Hello, Mr. Herman, pleased to meet you."
Pleased my ass!
I secretly prayed in my heart, hoping that he had also been in a car accident and lost his memory, forgetting about that night.
"Jocelyn—" Herman deliberately drew out the syllable.
He looked at me, the corner of his lips curving into an ambiguous smile.
But his gaze quickly moved away from my face, looking at Asherton expressionlessly.
"No need for introductions, I know her."
Clearly, God hadn't heard my prayer.
Herman had recognized me after all!
My heart was pounding, and even my throat tightened.
Asherton frowned slightly, looking at me with a puzzled expression.
"When did you meet Mr. Herman? Why didn't you tell me?"
Tell him?
Should I say that not long ago I spent a night with Herman and cuckolded him thoroughly?
Just as I didn't know how to answer, Herman's voice rang out again.
"I also know she has some special hobbies, for example—" He left the sentence hanging.
His deep and magnetic voice was clearly very pleasant to hear.
But every word was like a poisonous snake, coiling around my heart, suffocating and terrifying.
That night wasn't just to get revenge on Asherton, it was more of an impulse under the influence of alcohol.
If Herman really exposed my affair in public, this matter would definitely affect my entry into the board of directors.
What should I do?
My mouth opened slightly, and just as I was about to speak, Herman suddenly changed the subject.
"I heard she really likes racing."
Hearing this, the corner of my mouth twitched.
Racing?!
Since when did I know how to race?
Although I knew Herman was talking nonsense, I still secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed he also didn't want others to know about that night.
That made sense.
The head of the Thorne family being mistaken for a male model and slept with for a night would probably make people laugh their heads off.
Fortunately, Asherton had amnesia now. I'd find a chance later to gloss over this racing thing.
"Oh my God! Mrs. Laurent's hobby is actually racing?"
A soft, delicate exclamation came from the crowd.
I looked in the direction of the voice and saw Lillian covering her mouth with a surprised expression.
And although her words weren't loud, they were enough for everyone to hear.
At this moment, the gazes falling on me clearly contained more contempt.
"Racing? That's simply degrading! Isn't she afraid of embarrassing the Laurent family!"
"No wonder, ever since her parents died, she's no longer that precious young lady."
"Fortunately Mr. Asherton dotes on her, if it were any other wealthy family, no one would tolerate her!"
The surrounding mockery and ridicule grew louder and louder.
For people in high society circles, racing was indeed a lowbrow hobby.
Not to mention my current status as the wife of the Laurent family's sole heir—my every move carried the dignity of the Laurent family.
A flash of triumph crossed Lillian's eyes, and she quickly walked to Asherton's side.
She pressed her lips together, her delicate brows furrowing into a line.
"Sorry Asherton, I didn't mean to."
The corner of my lips curved into a cold smile.
Shouldn't the person she apologize to be me?
Deliberately stirring up trouble and causing others to point fingers at me, Lillian's little schemes were practically jumping onto my face.
Just as I was about to fight back, unexpectedly Herman suddenly spoke.
"It seems I've been away from Saint Laurent State too long. I didn't know racing had become such an unseemly hobby."
Herman's sharp eyes swept coldly around the room, and the banquet hall instantly fell silent.
I was stunned.
Was he helping me?
