He Asked for a Divorce, Then Begged Me to Marry Him Again After I Moved On Chapter 19

He Asked for a Divorce, Then Begged Me to Marry Him Again After I Moved On Chapter 19

On the first day of autumn, a local coffee shop ran a promotional slogan.

“The season’s first cup of warm coffee goes best with a confession.”

It was a random marketing line.

Yet reading those words, Nathan’s face immediately flashed across my mind.

I realized I had genuinely fallen in love with him.

Leaving the office building after work that afternoon, Nathan was parked by the curb as usual, waiting for me.

I walked toward him with a bright smile, only to see his expression turn to horror.

“Claire!”

A sharp, frantic horn blared from my left.

“Brakes failed! Move out of the way!”

I turned instinctively.

A speeding motorcycle was hurtling directly toward me.

A second after my brain processed the danger, a powerful force shoved me sideways.

Nathan ran across the pedestrian lane, disregarding the traffic signal, and pulled me up into his

arms.

“Are you alright?”

“Did you get hurt?”

I shook my head.

A short distance away, the overturned motorcycle’s wheels were still spinning slowly.

Lying beside it on the pavement was Ethan.

Nathan and I walked over.

Ethan’s leg was covered in blood.

I placed a quick call to his assistant to come downstairs.

“Take him to the hospital. I’ll handle his medical bills as my way of thanking him.”

The assistant froze. “Ms. Bennett, Ethan got injured protecting you! Aren’t you coming along?”

Ethan’s face was pale as he looked at me silently.

I offered a brief apology. “I have something far more important to take care of.”

The assistant asked, “What could possibly be more important than this?”

I pointed toward Nathan. “I’m going to dinner with him.”

The assistant’s face went completely blank, entirely unable to process my response.

Ethan seemed to realize something, his dry lips twitching slightly.

As the assistant tried to argue further, Ethan reached out and held him back.

He lowered his eyes and spoke quietly to me.

“You can go.”

After thinking for a moment, I reminded them before leaving.

“Remember not to check into the private international wing. It’s too expensive, and I won’t cover

those rates.”

Assistant: “.”

After Nathan and I walked a distance away, he finally asked, “Why was having dinner with me so important?”

“Do you remember what you told me during our very first meeting?”

He looked into my eyes. “I said I fell in love with you at first sight.”

His gaze carried a deep, quiet warmth.

I maintained a calm composure. “Well, I’m accepting your confession.”

Inside my coat pocket, my palms were sweating slightly.

Nathan paused for two seconds, then let out a soft laugh.

“What did I say that you’re accepting?”

He scanned our surroundings. “Wait for me here. Give me five minutes.”

Before I could ask, he turned and walked away with long strides.

Four and a half minutes later, Nathan reappeared.

He was holding a bouquet of fresh flowers.

“It was a bit rushed, so I bought a pre-made arrangement.”

He handed them to me. “Claire, I like you.”

His warm tone softened the chill of early autumn.

“Would you be willing to officially be with me?”

Nathan smiled gently. “It needs to be formal enough to match your response.”

Holding the flowers, I stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

“I accept.”

“Nathan, I like you too.”

A few rose petals drifted down, scattering across the pavement.

They added a brilliant touch of color to this crisp autumn afternoon.