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Chapter 1369

“Do you think it’s his idea?” My instinct told me Christopher wanted to see Ashton.

“Yeah. I’ve the same thought as you.”

“Are you going?” I asked anxiously.

He held my hand and rose at once without answering my question. “Let’s get back to the hotel now.”

We left swiftly through the back door. After ensuring that there were no reporters around, we got into

his car. Joseph sped off at once.

Along the way, both of us were in complete silence. Joseph drove to the nearest hilltop. When the car

stopped, Ashton got out right away and lighted a cigarette as he stood against the barricade.

The hilltop was exceptionally chilly at night. As the headlamps from the car shone on Ashton, his lonely

figure was shrouded by the smoke.

Gazing at him, I whispered to Joseph, “When did he find out that his father is still alive?”

“About half month two weeks ago. He didn’t really sleep well ever since he knew. Madam, he can only

have a good sleep with you by his side.”

My heart sank; The throbbing pain in my heart almost suffocated me.

It was impossible to resolve a twenty-year grudge and faith within a couple of days or even weeks.

Christopher is alive and living a luxury life while Ashton led a life of abhorrence for over twenty years.

His sudden emergence was a great blow, shattering Ashton’s faith and confidence within seconds. How

could the arrogant Ashton accept it?

Since he cannot save himself, he can only bear with the torment himself, day and night.

I’m his wife and the person closest to him in this world. I should have known sooner and help him

overcome it. I’m really ashamed of myself!

Whenever I asked him with concern, he always insisted that I should trust him when he said he’s fine.

Those brief answers reflected his helplessness and struggles in combating his negative emotions. In

my eyes, he was a mighty man who was undefeatable. I really thought he could handle anything. I

didn’t realize he lied so I wouldn’t worry. How could I be so insensitive and clueless of his sufferings!

I fought to hold the tears that were welling up in my eyes. After I got my sadness under control, I got

out of the car and wrapped by arms around him tightly from behind.

I could feel his body shaking, yet he did not push me away.

“You’re not alone. I’m here by your side,” I whispered to him softly so as not to trigger his emotion. “No

matter what happens, my love for you is forever. I need you; I can’t live without you.”

I shuddered as the chilly wind blew into my clothes. Ashton remained silent for a while and tossed his

cigarette away. He stepped on it and turned to wrap his arms around me.

“You’re the only reason I’m alive.”

He tightened his arms around me in case I vanished from his life. Burying his head into my hair, he took

a few deep breaths, as if he could regain his courage with my scent.

We held each other tightly for a long time until my hands stiffened from the chilly wind. Ashton finally

cooled himself down and led me back to the car slowly.

Worrying that Christopher hatching a scheme, Ashton sent me back to the hotel first. After that, he

would return to the banquet by himself to keep Christopher’s suspicions at bay.

On the way back to the hotel, he tried his best to summarize his findings of Christopher to me.

Two weeks ago, Ashton caught a glimpse of Christopher’s profile from the picture taken by his men. Henovelbin

put aside all his plans to mount a full-scale investigation.

Later, he found out that Christopher had secretly changed his name to Nicolas Hall and became a

renowned psychology professor. The new identity didn’t offer him wealth, but he gained Bill’s favor and

got along with him well. Furthermore, Bill gave him protection and took every precaution to keep

Christopher away from the media.

Ashton’s men tried to sneak into Christopher’s house for more leads, each of them went missing one

by one. He suspected they were silence after being discovered by Christopher.

His father appeared to be an honorable man. In fact, he was a ruthless man who was good at playing

mind games.

“I went to the Halls personally in my family’s name. They turned me away.” Ashton narrowed his eyes

and stared out of the window. His dark eyes were glistening with glints of abhorrence.

After being deceived for over two decades, he was desperate to know the truth. However, he did not

even have the chance to see his father in person. That was why he was agitated when he saw

Christopher at the auction.

I furrowed my brows as I pressed my palm on the back of his hand gently. Mustering my courage, I

asked warily, “How about your mother?”

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