The Genius Ex-Wife’s Revenge Portfolio novel Chapter 844

Lilly just said, “No.”

Jason let out a breathless laugh, then leaned in and kissed her, his hands cradling her face.

Almost immediately, he tasted tears on her lips. She was crying.

He froze. The moment shifted and he pulled away, sitting up straight.

The physical ache faded, but Lilly still felt raw and unsettled. She quickly fixed her clothes, trying to make herself look put together. Meanwhile, he barely looked ruffled, just his belt undone.

Once she was presentable, Lilly slid off the bed, ready to leave.

Suddenly, she felt his hand wrap around her wrist. Jason held on, looking up at her. “Do I look awful to you right now?”

Lilly hesitated, about to say something, but he let her go before she could answer.

“I get it. You can go,” he said quietly.

What did he think he got?

However, Lilly didn’t feel like talking anymore. She opened the door and stepped out.

Standing in the hallway, she pressed her back against the wall and took a long, shaky breath. Everything that happened in that dark room felt tangled and messy.

The door opened again. Jason came out, his mask back in place. He looked as put-together and untouchable as ever.

Lilly turned and walked away.

Just then, a company executive walked up. “Mr. Farill, you’ve been gone a while. Everything all right?”

Jason watched Lilly’s silhouette disappearing down the hallway. “Just needed a smoke,” he replied.

The executive glanced at Lilly. “Wasn’t that Lilly?”

Jason nodded. “Yeah.”

“By the way, Mr. Farill, since you’re still single, a lot of people are curious about your type. Some have even asked me to find out—what kind of girl do you like?”

Lilly hadn’t gone far and caught every word.

She heard Jason’s calm, deep voice reply, “I like girls from wealthy families.”

Still, she didn’t reply.

At that moment, Jason was back at JY Tech, standing by his office window, texting her. He knew Lilly didn’t want to see him and that she was ignoring him.

He typed another message. “Are you and Roger going to end up together?”

No response.

Jason stared at his phone, then started typing, “My face might not be beyond saving. If I looked like I did before, would you still care about me…”

He stared at the words for a moment, then deleted them.

A knock sounded at his door. “Come in,” he said.

The door opened and Kent stepped inside. “Sir, we reached out to the best plastic surgeon in the world. He said your injuries are too serious. The burns cover too much, and it’s been three years. He doesn’t think he can help, so he turned down your case.”

Same answer as always.

Jason wasn’t surprised. He had seen so many doctors, and every single one just shook their head when they saw him.