The fear she showed was so palpable, and the way she sought Jenson Shelby's protection was undoubtedly a silent blow to Yuri Sinclair. His brow furrowed for a moment before his expression smoothed over.
Jenson Shelby glanced at Yuri Sinclair, knowing the couple had things to discuss. He had no intention of being a third wheel. But when he looked back at Ashley Bowen, his eyes were filled with sorrow, and his voice inevitably softened. "I'll get going, then. You two have a good talk. There's nothing that can't be worked out."
"Jenson." Ashley Bowen frantically reached for Jenson Shelby's clothes, but her hand snapped back the moment she met Yuri Sinclair's cold gaze, and she froze as if turned to stone.
"It's okay. He's your husband…" Jenson Shelby gently patted the back of Ashley Bowen's hand, his eyes full of immense fondness. He offered a small smile, then strode away.
After Jenson Shelby left, Yuri Sinclair ordered the bodyguards to step outside and wait.
