His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1384 Things Turning Out The Opposite

It was a cold and quiet night.

Cassie lay in bed, restless. She kept thinking about what happened those past few days.

Shawn arranging to have her kidnapped, Jordan saving her by accident, and even his weekly visits

were upsetting Cassie a lot.

She suddenly felt an impulse to hide. She wanted to run away, where no one would find her. Cassie

just wanted to live quietly.

If she couldn't be with Nick anymore, any other place was just the same. Cassie was shocked by this

sudden realization. 'Does Nick play such an important role in my life?'

She ran the question over and over in her head. Cassie kept trying to take him out of her mind, but she

never succeeded.

No matter how hard she tried to push him away or forget him, he was rooted deeply in her heart.

Cassie was getting even more distressed. She sat up, giving up on sleep, and took her phone out to

browse at WeChat.

She clicked on Nick's profile. Their last interaction was a little more than two weeks ago. Those sweet

messages were now like a huge slap in the face to her. It was mocking her and her innocence. She

couldn't help but feel humiliated.

'Cassie, are you really still so hung up on him?' Cassie asked herself sadly.

Looking at Nick's photo, Cassie couldn't help but cry. She sniffed as she clicked on it, accessing his

Moments.

Nick rarely updated his profile, and even more so his Moments. The last one he posted might have

been more than two weeks ago. However, once she saw his Moments, her eyes widened.

This was new?

This was just posted. Nick published a new Moment.

It was of a high-class restaurant. Nick took a few photos of the menu, which Cassie looked at

thoroughly. She didn't know what she was really looking for, but at least it kept her up to date with

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Staring at the photos one by one, Cassie couldn't help but feel a little down and disappointed. These

photos had nothing to do with his track.

Cassie was beginning to feel a little worse, wanting to close the Moments. She stared at the last one.

In the last photo, she saw a pair of hands on the right side, resting on the table. They were the hands of

a woman.

The fingers were delicate and slender, like thin porcelain. Nick might not have intended to take a photo

with her in it, and Cassie guessed that that was the case because the hands were further outside the

frame.

Cassie tried to dismiss it, but she could already picture how beautiful the owner of the hands would be.

She must have the sexiest figure, and the most beautiful face. "God damn it," Cassie whispered to

herself.

Cassie tried to grip on her phone tightly but her hand kept trembling in anger and betrayal. She couldn't

stop herself any longer; she zoomed the photo in to look carefully at the hand.

'Her hands are glowing and delicate. She takes good care of her skin. She doesn't seem like a relative.

Nick was having dinner with a woman. A woman! He even posted it on his Moments. But it's also as if

he was hiding her; he didn't want to take a photo of her on purpose.

What is Nick trying to say or do? Is it deliberate? Did he mean to include just an inkling of a hint?'

Cassie thought.

Cassie felt an ache in her heart. She closed the Moments, itching to call Nick to clarify.

It was already late at night, but she was dying to know who the woman was.

She always kept in touch with him by calling him and sending him messages, but she never got a reply.

She could never get close to him, but he was having dinner with another woman. 'Maybe I'm just

thinking too much, ' Cassie thought to herself.

She decided to call him. 'Nick, please pick up. Please. Come on!'

The phone kept ringing, but there was still no answer. Cassie's eyes were already brimming with tears

without her being fully aware of it.

'Why aren't you answering? Why?'

Cassie asked angrily in her heart, her hand trembling with anger as she stared at her phone with

disdain. She threw her phone in frustration and shoved her head on her pillow crying heavily.

Cassie didn't care if her phone broke or not. Her mind was filled with speculations as to who the

mysterious woman could be. It was beginning to eat Cassie up; she couldn't understand why Nick

would be so cruel to her.

'Why! How could he do this?'

Cassie buried her head in the pillow, letting her screams and wails swallow her. Her tears continued to

spill out of her. She thought about how lucky she was to see this in the comfort of her own bedroom,

and not in public where other people could find her.

Time passed slowly. It was a while before Cassie finally wore herself out from crying. When she lifted

her head up, her eyes were sore and red. She took a few deep breaths before turning to sit up. She

stood and made her way to the living room to grab a glass of water. She felt a lot better.

When she glanced to the side, she noticed that the moonlight was shining brightly on her window. She

walked closer and peered at the moon.

She remembered the time that Nick accompanied her home. He didn't want to come into her house

because he wanted to avoid unnecessary gossip. He merely stood underneath this window, looking up

at her. She behaved like a foolhardy woman, looking down at him with loving eyes.

When their gazes met, Cassie thought that she shared a moment with him. To her, she felt like the

whole world became quiet.

Apparently, it was only all in her head. The relationship and love she thought she shared was all a

sham. 'Cassie, you're such an idiot.'

Cassie chided herself sadly, tears rolling down once again. She wiped them off quickly, knowing she

shouldn't recall him the time of day any longer. Shaking her head, she suddenly saw a tall figure

underneath.

The silhouette was slender and long, cascading a longer shadow by the moonlight. Cassie blinked

once, then twice, to make sure that her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.

'Could it be Nick? Could it really be him?

It's him. It must be him! Who else could it be?'

Cassie thought excitedly, anger and sadness no longer in her body.

She rubbed her eyes and stuck her face closer to the window. She wanted to look more clearly. She

wanted to make sure it was him. However, it also frightened her to know that there was a possibility

that she was just seeing things that weren't there.

She couldn't help it. She had to find out. She put her hands closer to the windowsill, looking at the dark

silhouette.

She blinked her eyes, letting them adjust to the dark evening. As soon as she saw the different

chiseled shoulder, the different stance, her heart began to break.

It wasn't Nick.

This man was looking directly at Cassie; something Nick never did to her. It was a cold, intimidating

stare. It was Jordan.

Cassie jumped away from the window like a hot, burning fire.

'Why is Jordan here? At this time of hour? Why is he looking at my home?' Cassie wondered, baffled

by his presence.

Cassie's heart rose up in her throat, beating much more quickly.