Chapter 39

Thinking it over, Jude had some regrets. Why had he not touched her when they had been married? At least then he would harbor no regrets.

“President, do you need me to check further?”

“Forget it. You don’t have to look it up anymore.” Jude answered coldly.

He ended the call. He couldn’t help but recall the last time he met Cynthia at the restaurant. She had worn a white blouse and a black skirt, with her hair in a sleek ponytail and a fresh-faced appearance, it had stunned him.

Women wearing heavy makeup had become the norm over the recent years. He had grown bored of seeing it. The sight of Cynthia with an au naturel face was particularly refreshing.

Just thinking of her caused his regrets to intensify. But he was unaware that it was his betrayal that had molded her into the present her.

Gabriel carried the little boy to his office from the underground parking lot. Stepping out of the elevator, the father-son pair made a lovely picture.

The little