Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

Chapter 1239: Chapter 1239: Your Happiness, My Release

”When you meet the right person, you realize that this kind of affection is an illusion.”

Jocelyn Morgan smiled confidently, ”Though I don’t have any romantic experience, I’ve seen a lot and written about many kinds of emotions. I think my analysis makes sense.”

But at this point, Trevor had no other choice, ”Jocelyn, to tell you the truth, the feelings I have for you, it’s the first time in my life I’ve experienced something like this. It’s fascinating and makes me happy.”

But Jocelyn Morgan didn’t have any special feelings for Trevor.

So how rare is mutual love? When you find it, you must cherish it.

Trevor drove her back to the Morgan family home. When the car came to a stop, he turned to her, ”Jocelyn, I hope you will be happy.”

”Trevor, I hope you can let go.”

They turned their gazes, their eyes meeting, he said, ”I can only let go when you’re happy.”

”...” Jocelyn Morgan felt a bit complicated, sensing his intense love and deep reluctance.

”Smile?” Trevor tried to sound casual, ”You look beautiful when you smile.”

Jocelyn Morgan’s lips curved slightly, and after getting out of the car, she waved at him, ”You be happy, and I will be too!”

”Definitely.”

”Bye-bye.”

”Bye~”

Watching her trot into the courtyard like a nimble rabbit, Trevor’s eyes were deep, and suddenly he felt a bit melancholic.

When you can’t have someone, then assume a different role to protect them. Perhaps, in all relationships, only friendship can last longer.

Dating could end in breakups, and it’s rare to find someone you marry in one go.

Especially with the divorce rate so high nowadays...

Only after seeing her enter the living room did Trevor pull back his thoughts and drove away.

Mia Lane had given Trevor the best medicine, and it’s now taking effect; the bruising on his face was fading and almost unnoticeable.

When he returned to the company, no one noticed anything unusual.

It was a morning like any other.

In the president’s office, which was bathed in beautiful morning glow, Trevor sat down at his desk just as Simon entered briskly with a document folder, ”Mr. Trevino, everything you need is in here.”

Trevor reached out, quickly opened it, and took out the documents, flipping through them quickly, ”Where’s the contract?” He looked up, ”Draw up the contract we previously discussed, in two copies.”

”It’s already being printed.”

”Good.” Trevor put the paperwork back into the folder.

Simon hesitated and asked, ”Mr. Trevino, do you want to take a couple of people along?”

”No need,” Trevor maintained his previous stance, ”I’m not going for a battle, and it’s a good chance for me to travel abroad and clear my mind.”

Hearing this, Simon didn’t say anything further since Trevor’s mood had genuinely been poor recently.

”The flight is at three in the afternoon, wish you all the best, and don’t forget your ID.”

”Mmm.”

It was still morning, so Trevor went about his work as usual and quickly got absorbed in it.

It was Ian Shelby who was absent-minded.

Because of Jocelyn, Trevor didn’t even care about his image, having just taken over as the CEO of The Dalton Group. If he were to show up in the news for fighting, wouldn’t that ruin his impeccable image?

So, just how much does he like Jocelyn Morgan?

One in the afternoon.

In a spacious and elegant café next to the airport, young men and women sat alone or in pairs, waiting for their flights.

They all shared a trait: stylishly dressed and mostly wearing headphones, silently sipping coffee, unaccustomed to disturbing others or being disturbed themselves.

So, despite the number of customers, it was truly quiet here.

”Miss is over there!!”

At the door, a man in a suit pointed and exclaimed excitedly!

Sitting by the window reading a fashion magazine, Janelle Mills looked up to see the man rushing towards her!

Feeling things weren’t right, she got up, grabbed her suitcase and started running!

Just as she turned, she bumped into a solid chest, hitting her forehead painfully. She held her forehead and looked up, ”Dad??”