Chapter 4

At the entrance of the Prosperity Hotel.

Jason tilted his chin slightly, his delicate features carrying a hint of mischief.

He hugged me tightly, his tone a bit aggrieved: "Sis, I haven't seen you for days."

I ruffled his hair to comfort him.

Persuading good people to be bad, persuading bad people to be good.

It's a hobby of people who have too much free time.

Jason was the bad boy I persuaded to be good.

Not for anything else, just for his good body, good looks, and good skills.

Entering the hotel lobby.

The more I looked, the more familiar it seemed. Then I thought of the hotel's name.

I turned to look at Jason: "Do you know who owns this hotel?"

He said he didn't know.

I said it was my husband's.

After hearing this, Jason covered his mouth with both hands, looking surprised: "Ah? Really?"

I nodded.

He lowered his head, grabbing my arms with both hands, his words full of apology.

"Then, won't big brother find out? If big brother gets angry with sis because of this, I'll feel very guilty."

His expression was too exaggerated, obviously intentional.

It doesn't matter, no one dislikes it when they're the object of a flirt's attention.

If Jason wants to put effort into pleasing me, what's wrong with that?

I smiled and said it's fine, I'm going to get divorced anyway.

Jason then said resentfully: "Big brother really has no taste, not like me, I only like sis."

The elevator door opened.

Jason's hand hovered over the door frame, letting me enter first.

"Wait."

Looking back.

Lucas came running over, out of breath.

I didn't know how he had followed us here.

Lucas steadied his breathing, his gaze fixed on Jason's and my interlocked fingers, his expression suddenly cold.

Jason wasn't to be outdone. He switched hands to hold mine, his other arm around my shoulders, his tone lazy.

"Sis, who is this?"

"Lucas, my husband."

Lucas's eyes were like knives, looking as if he wanted to stab Jason to death.

He stared at Jason, but his words were directed at me.

"Honey, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

This was the first time he had called me that, emphasizing the word "honey" heavily.

I took a deep breath and pulled my hand out of Jason's grasp.

Looking up, I met Lucas's eyes.

"Jason."

"My boyfriend."