Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 54: Ian Kane: How Could I Fall Out of Love With You?
Vera Sheridan understood why he had this attitude, thinking about the previous misunderstanding that he was considering a union, she felt unworthy of his true affection, feeling guilty and momentarily speechless.
After a while, she managed to form her words, "Are you really going to give up the Kane Group?"
Ian Kane flicked away the cigarette butt, stomped it out, turned around, and continued trimming, without responding.
Vera frowned slightly, approached the pile of trimmed branches, and picked some white roses that had not yet completely wilted.
They could still be put in a vase.
This flower was called "Climbing Iceberg," a type of climbing rose.
This mansion was commissioned by Ian Kane two years ago, and he personally planted this rosebush.
Vera remembered that a year ago when she agreed to marry him, he brought her here to this wall of flowers.
He held her hand and said, these white roses are like her, and he is the strong and broad white wall, allowing her to lean on, shielding her from the wind and rain.
Vera selected a flower that hadn’t withered, pinched off the excess green leaves with her fair fingertips, and calmly explained, "That day at the Bvlgari counter, you saw me but pretended not to, and I thought you were really planning to marry Kiera Crowe. Later in the bar’s private room, you didn’t deny it, so I believed it."
Ian Kane snorted through his nose, turned around, and looked down.
"You saw the rumors about me, witnessed me with another woman, didn’t even ask, just assumed I had those intentions, didn’t you?"
Being exposed by him, Vera’s hand trembled, and a thorn pricked her fingertip, causing her to gasp. The next second, the man’s figure loomed over her, clasping her wrist, pulling her up.
Vera bumped into his embrace, not resisting.
Ian Kane held her finger, his deep eyes fixing on the blood beading at her fingertip, brows furrowed, pulling out a cotton-linen handkerchief from his shirt pocket, folding it into a band, wrapping it around in circles.
Vera’s anxious heart gradually settled, and she curved her lips into a smile, "Thank you—Mr. Kane."
She wanted to say "husband," but was hindered by the fact they were in the divorce cooling-off period.
She has always been this way, not taking the initiative to be passionate until she is a hundred percent sure of the other’s feelings.
Ian Kane also noticed how she addressed him, squinting slightly, "Vera, is it that I haven’t done enough, or have you lost the confidence you once had, that you’re so sure I’d marry someone else?"
"And during the time our marriage is still valid, what kind of person do you think I am?"
His voice was hoarse, filled with sadness and helplessness.
Vera’s fair eyelids gradually turned red, tears spilling out, "It’s my lack of confidence. I just assumed that I no longer have any value to you, naturally thinking you’d remarry."
She indeed held no value to him.
No longer as radiant as when they first met, cold and unapproachable, unable to act coy, offering no emotional value, always suspicious, causing him trouble and distress.
Once, she also believed that "the essence of marriage is a trade of interests," so she was even more unwilling to step in.
It was he who pushed her in.
Ian Kane cupped her face in his large hands.
Tears trickled down from the corners of Vera’s eyes, her cool, striking face exuding a broken beauty.
Their breaths collided, and only the sound of each other’s breathing remained around them.
Ian Kane gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, as if handling a rare treasure.
"From a profit standpoint, you hold no value to me."
Vera’s eyes reflected a hint of loss.
"Vera, if I married you for your value, I would have married Kiera Crowe from the start. Why go through the trouble, starting as a small employee in the Kane Group’s logistics, enduring so much humiliation?"
Vera’s heart shook.
Ian Kane’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his deep black eyes churned like ink, his voice grew darker, his long finger gently brushed away the stray hair at her temple, "You’ve been my unattainable dream for six years, cherished in my heart, a treasure I wish to hide and lock away. Tell me, how could I possibly change my heart?"
"I understand your insecurity, your foot injury, no longer able to dance ballet, yet I have told you time and again, I don’t mind, in my eyes, you are still perfect."
Ian Kane was certain he still loves Vera.
The fleeting desire with Nina was only because she resembled her.
He loves her, which is why he painstakingly covered up his infidelity, for her own good, letting her live in a perfect illusion, unlike his mother, who lived her whole life filled with resentment.
He kept her by his side, not letting others covet her, his entire heart and eyes filled with her, that too was his love.
But she was so independent and strong-willed, always wanting to fly away, not content to be his wife, fully dependent on him.
The pampered life of a wealthy wife that other women dream of, she didn’t cherish.
Vera was moved by him, momentarily speechless, her heart also weighed down.
The man lowered his head, pressing his forehead heavily against hers, intimately close, an iron arm encircling her waist, "Wife, stop tormenting me."
His exhausted tone carried a plea.
Vera, in turn, clutched his shirt, her voice hoarse, "I’m sorry..."
Ian Kane curled his lips, "I’m tired of hearing that."
"Tell me something I want to hear."
Vera inhaled his breath, warmth surging in her heart, "Husband, I don’t want to lose you either."
Ian Kane smiled, the expected answer.
He also hunched down, resting his head on her shoulder, an iron arm tightly encircling her, his tone absolutely commanding, "Vera, I’m sticking with you for life, don’t even think about divorcing me again!"
Vera thought of her illness, feeling indescribably melancholy.
Ian Kane anticipated her hesitation, "I’ll say it again, I can wait, you mustn’t feel any pressure."
Hearing this, Vera temporarily felt a sense of relief.
Feeling his body temperature slightly high, she nervously asked, "Are you still running a low fever? I heard the wound on your back hasn’t completely healed?"
Ian Kane straightened up, "I won’t die, it’s intentional, wanting you to care."
It’s also the truth.
—A ruse to gain sympathy.
Vera Sheridan: "..."
She glanced at him, her emotions calming down, "Hurry inside to take your medicine, let me look at your wounds."
The couple entered the main house together, went up to the second floor, and entered the master bedroom in the southeast.
...
As the gauze was peeled back layer by layer, Vera Sheridan looked at the dried blood and pus, as if her breath had been taken away, her fingertips trembling, "Ian Kane, how, how long has it been since you cleaned your wound?"
"Doesn’t it hurt?" she asked, heart aching.
Ian Kane turned his head, reaching behind her waist and gently patted, "Just a little wound... call Uncle Warren."
Vera Sheridan blinked away her tears, took a deep breath, "I can do it."
"Still smoking, Ian Kane are you crazy?" Even Granny Lane fell ill, he didn’t stop by Ardendale to see her.
Ian Kane smirked, "Mm, crazy, driven by you."
Vera Sheridan: "..."
She attended to his inflamed wound, changing dressings and bandages, then fed him some medicine, and the two had lunch together. She persuaded him to go sleep and rest.
Vera Sheridan arranged flowers into a vase.
Uncle Warren sent some free-range chickens and herbs from the mountains. She personally cooked a soup and made some dishes that Ian loved.
When dusk fell, Ian Kane woke up, and his fever had subsided.
While eating, Vera asked with concern, "Do you really not intend to take over the Kane Group?"
As he placed peeled shrimp in front of her, Ian Kane slowly removed his disposable gloves with a shadow in his tone, "I don’t ’intend’, unless the Old Master Kane begs me to return."
Vera Sheridan was taken aback, thinking, with Old Master Kane eager to drive him away, how could he ask him to return?
This time Ian Kane resigned voluntarily, he didn’t want to be too passive.
However, with his capabilities, as long as he revitalizes, he will rise again.
...
At night, the mountain was silent.
Without air pollution and city light pollution, the stars were clearly visible across the sky.
The couple sat on a bench in the yard, looking at the stars, and Vera Sheridan felt as though she had returned to her childhood.
Back then, the night sky was just as clear.
She pointed at a star asking Ian Kane, but surprisingly, he said he didn’t know.
Vera Sheridan laughed, "The Altair star, didn’t you look at the stars when you were a kid at night?"
Ian Kane’s smile froze, his eyes became gloomy, blending into the night, making it difficult for anyone to catch, "The dew is coming up, let’s go inside."
Vera Sheridan nodded, as it was getting late.
Back in the second-floor master bedroom, Ian Kane was adamant about taking a shower, but his wound couldn’t get wet, so Vera Sheridan had to help him wash.
As long as it wasn’t about lust, simply looking at his physique, Vera Sheridan could appreciate his masculine charm normally.
One must admit, he truly had a striking appearance.
No wonder the high-minded Kiera Crowe has been infatuated with him for so many years.
After washing his well-defined abs, Vera felt the heat creeping up her ears.
Noticing the red flush at her pale ear roots, Ian Kane’s breathing instantly became heated.
Cold and restrained beautiful woman slightly aroused, exuding a temptation that made one want to break all taboos, his chest pounded like a drum.
Vera sensed his fiery gaze, straightened her posture, eyes lowered, "You go wash your lower half."
Ian Kane stood up, bare-chested with a lean yet muscular frame, about to head towards the bathroom, when his cool white hand suddenly clutched her neck, lowered his head, and kissed her recklessly.
Vera tensed like a startled bird, instinctively pressing her lips tight, body rigid, making muffled sounds.
The man’s lips left hers, moved to her cheek, and pecked hard before releasing her and walking to the bathroom.
His senses filled with her scent.
As his figure disappeared, Vera huddled in the sofa, taking a while to regain her composure from the shock.
From the bathroom came the sound of running water.
At this time, Ian Kane’s phone vibrated, Vera glanced around, seeing the phone screen on the nightstand lighting up.
"Mr. Kane! Your phone!" she called towards the bathroom, "Do you want me to bring it to you?"
Ian Kane’s voice came back, "See who’s calling."
Only then did Vera go to the nightstand, picking up the phone; it was a video call invitation on WeChat, the avatar looked familiar.
A silhouette of a girl’s back, a bun hair, making a "V" gesture.
The next moment, she recalled that Nina Sullivan used this avatar.
Also a common internet celebrity avatar.
Vera walked to the bathroom door, knocked, calmly said, "It’s a video call, the avatar is a girl’s silhouette, no note."
At the sound, Ian Kane’s eyes sharpened.
At this moment, Vera’s finger accidentally slipped, answering the call, immediately, a girl’s joyful voice came through.
