Being Dumped by My EX, I Marriied His Older Brother-Chapter 104: Moments

Hearing this, Nina Thorne’s cheeks flushed so red they looked like they might start bleeding. She quickly grabbed the blanket, pulled it over her head, and made an embarrassed, muffled sound.

Ah!

She was so embarrassed her toes curled.

’Justin Kane can’t possibly think I’m some kind of ravenous woman, can he?!’

Seeing her like this, Justin Kane’s gaze grew even more doting.

’Quite cute.’

-

By the time Nina Thorne finished washing up and went downstairs to eat, it was already almost one o’clock.

She was wearing a casual, white loungewear set and sat down across from him, raising her eyelids in surprise.

"You’re not going to the office today?"

Justin Kane personally ladled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "My dear Mrs. Kane worked so hard last night. How could I possibly go to work?"

"Of course, I have to stay home and take good care of you."

Nina Thorne’s face flushed crimson again, and she lowered her head, covering it with her hands.

’She shouldn’t have asked.’

"That just means you lack self-control. You should be able to make money and take care of your family at the same time." Nina Thorne bit her lip to compose herself. When she looked up, her face wasn’t as hot.

Justin Kane raised an eyebrow, adopting a humble, receptive attitude. "Yes, Mrs. Kane is right. I’ll go to the office after I finish eating with you."

"Naturally, I have to work hard to support my Mrs. Kane."

Nina Thorne found that his words were getting sweeter and sweeter.

’He used to be so sharp-tongued.’

"Hurry and drink the soup. It’s soothing and nourishing, perfect for you."

"...Mm."

Nina Thorne kept her head bowed low, not even looking up. Her face had been flushing on and off all day; it felt like it was about to melt.

After the meal, Nina Thorne was in the living room drinking tea.

A short while later, Justin Kane came downstairs, having changed into a bespoke suit. The superior quality of the fabric highlighted his noble and refined air.

His handsome features were sharply defined; she could never get tired of looking at him.

"Ma’am."

Right after, Assistant Cheney entered with several subordinates, bowing respectfully. "These are gifts from the President for you."

Nina Thorne looked at the subordinates.

They were holding black velvet gift boxes, some stacked so high they reached their necks.

"Just put them over there."

Nina Thorne instructed, then looked at Justin Kane in confusion. "Why are you giving me so many gifts?"

"They’re to make up for your birthday."

Justin Kane walked to her side, his eyes soft and doting. "But my dear Mrs. Kane will have to play a little game with me before she can open them."

Nina Thorne stared at him blankly. "So mysterious. What game?"

Justin Kane raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. "When I get to the office, I’ll tell you via WeChat, my dear."

"You’re not in a hurry, are you, my dear?"

His thin lips curved slightly, a gentle smile gracing his eyes.

In her memory, he had always seemed this gentle and affectionate.

Nina Thorne had completely forgotten that her initial impression of him was of someone cold, arrogant, and sharp-tongued.

"Okay, I’m not in a hurry. I’ll wait for you," Nina Thorne said with a grin.

"Good. Then you be good and wait for me at home, my dear."

Justin Kane held her slender shoulders, bent down, and kissed her forehead, his movements gentle and loving.

Assistant Cheney was overwhelmed by the sweetness.

He coughed lightly twice and pursed his lips to hide a smile.

’The President is so lovey-dovey.’

’Where’s the ruthless businessman who strikes fear into the hearts of his rivals?’

Soon, Justin Kane left with Assistant Cheney.

Nina Thorne was in a cheerful mood all day.

From last night until now, it was as if she had drunk a whole glass of honeyed water—it was so sweet that her heart felt like it was blooming.

In that instant, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Nina Thorne.

But it wasn’t for her manuscript.

She immediately went upstairs, entered the study, and turned on her computer.

For years, the most critical problem AI programmers had focused on breaking through was with intelligent systems. Although she had already optimized it before...

...she had never been able to completely overcome the risk of failure associated with autonomous driving.

Just now, it was as if she’d had a breakthrough, and she thought of a way to conquer it.

Nina Thorne immediately began preliminary operations based on her new line of thought.

Forty minutes later.

She was thrilled to discover that her line of thinking had been correct.

If this program succeeded, it meant she could further optimize the previous system.

This discovery thrilled her, but a flash of pain quickly shot through her heart.

She picked up the photo of her father from the desk and gently stroked it, her expression turning solemn and sorrowful.

Fortunately, the sound of a WeChat notification suddenly rang out, interrupting her thoughts.

She picked up her phone and opened her chat with Justin Kane.

JT: "My dear Mrs. Kane, want to play the game yet?"

Nina Thorne’s mood was instantly pulled back from the earlier somberness, and her lips curled up unconsciously.

She replied, "How do we play?"

JT: "Each box has a number and a corresponding question. If you answer correctly, you can open it."

A trace of surprise flashed through Nina Thorne’s mind.

"Okay."

After replying, she went downstairs, stood before the pile of gift boxes, and picked one up to inspect it as he had said.

Sure enough, a small tag was hanging from the ribbon tied around the box, with a question written on it.

[What color clothes were you wearing the first time we met?]

Nina Thorne froze.

These questions didn’t just test her memory.

They also made her seriously doubt that he would remember these things.

Nina Thorne tried hard to recall their first meeting.

It was exactly ten years ago, the day she fell into the water.

Her father had taken her to a scenic spot where she met the Kane brothers for the first time. She had been in a bad mood that day and was wearing a light pink princess dress her mother had bought for her.

’But could Justin Kane actually remember that?’

Nina Thorne tentatively sent her answer, "A light pink princess dress."

He replied in a second, "Congratulations, Mrs. Kane. That is correct. Go ahead and open your gift."

’He actually remembered?’

Nina Thorne’s heart gave a THUMP. It pounded as she typed, half-convinced, "Are you tricking me? If I had said light yellow, would that have been correct too?"

"Does my dear Mrs. Kane have so little faith in me?"

"Pull out the tag. The answer is on the back."

Nina Thorne didn’t bother replying. She put down her phone, pulled the tag out of its holder, flipped it over, and froze.

Sure enough, written on it were the words: Light pink princess dress.

Nina Thorne’s heart suddenly sped up. She couldn’t describe the feeling. Her throat tightened, and an absurd thought flashed through her mind.

’Could it be... that he likes me?’

But when she remembered that he already had someone he loved, she quickly dismissed the idea.

Justin Kane sent another message. "Why aren’t you saying anything? Do you suspect me of cheating?"

Nina Thorne took a breath and picked up her phone to type.

"How do you remember?"

"You can just assume I have a photographic memory and can remember anything I want to."

After reading his reply, Nina Thorne’s thoughts stirred.

Then she gave a bitter smile. ’I really am overthinking things.’

"Then I’m opening the gift."

"Okay."

Nina Thorne opened the box. Inside was a Black Gold Card with no credit limit.

"..."

Nina Thorne remembered that Old Master Kane had already given her more than enough. She was just about to message him...

...but he was faster. "Mrs. Kane is the Thorne Family’s treasured daughter, used to a life of luxury, the apple of their eye. I can’t let you be wronged while you’re with me, so I’m handing over my salary card."

Reading those words, Nina Thorne’s nose suddenly tingled.

With trembling hands, she typed, "Why are you so good to me?"

"You deserve it."

He added, "Mrs. Kane, you deserve to have a better life."

Nina Thorne began to cry with joy. The tears fell down her cheeks, cool against her skin, but her heart was warm.

"Mr. Kane, thank you."

"You’re welcome. It’s my duty."

In the conference room, Justin Kane put down his phone. The cold look on his stern face vanished, and the corners of his lips curved up.

The executives on both sides of the conference table looked at him, then at each other, and wiped away sweat in confusion.

Then, in a lighthearted tone, Justin Kane announced, "Everyone’s proposals are well done. You can all leave early today."

"Also, the recently launched new energy project is progressing quickly, which is commendable."

After speaking, Justin Kane sent a huge red envelope to the company-wide group chat.

Throughout the entire company, even the smallest amount claimed was several thousand yuan.

The employees went wild.

"Long live Mr. Kane! What’s the great occasion? I hope Mr. Kane is in a good mood every day."

"You guys don’t know? Mr. Kane actually smiled during the meeting just now!"

"He’s in a relationship, isn’t he?"

"What do you mean, ’in a relationship’? Mr. Kane posted that ’three meals, four seasons’ thing on his Moments before. He must be married, right?"

"Married?"

Instantly, the whole company was abuzz. The more they chatted, the more excited they became, filled with gratitude for the future president’s wife behind the scenes.

Assistant Cheney, lurking in these private group chats that Justin Kane wasn’t in, saw their speculations and smiled mysteriously.

’As expected, I’m the one the President trusts most.’

’The President isn’t just married...’

’It was a flash marriage!’

’And not just a flash marriage, he married his former future sister-in-law!’

"What are you looking at?"

Justin Kane walked closer and glanced at the WeChat chat, seeing quite a bit.

Assistant Cheney hurriedly stood up straight. "I’m looking at the group messages. The entire company is curious about the President’s love life right now."

Justin Kane thoughtfully retracted his gaze. He walked back around his desk and sat down, his long fingers tapping on the surface.

’The public banquet will be on her birthday, a little more than half a month from now.’

Justin Kane took out his phone, composed a Moments post, and sent it.

-

Nina Thorne happened to be scrolling through her Moments.

Suddenly, the newest post appeared, and it was from Justin Kane.

Caption: [Current status: Married.]

He also posted two accompanying photos: one was of two little red booklets, and the other was of a man and a woman holding hands.

The photo was taken on the day they registered their marriage.

At the time, Nina Thorne had wondered why he liked taking photos. She never expected that over two months later, he would actually post it on his Moments.

Nina Thorne’s heart beat fast, and she couldn’t help but purse her lips in a smile.

’Regardless of whether Justin Kane likes her or not, this kind of open and straightforward behavior is really intoxicating.’

Then, Justin Kane sent her another message: "My dear Mrs. Kane, could you please ’like’ my Moments post?"

Nina Thorne chuckled. "Already did."

After sending her reply, she immediately ’liked’ it.

Then, she saw several comments.

Seth Lawson: Seriously? Showing off your love life and torturing us single people?

Shawn Sinclair: Congrats, congrats! When’s the wedding banquet? I need to get my gift money ready.

Felicia Yates: What? You’re married? Who did you register your marriage with without saying a word?

Ethan Kane: As expected of my good son, whom I never have to worry about. Silently making big moves.

Old Master Kane: Mm, a responsible man. Not bad. Just like me.

Seeing their messages, Nina Thorne pictured the upcoming public banquet. It felt like it was going to be another bloodbath.

Pushing aside her thoughts, Nina Thorne looked at the dozen or so unopened gift boxes and couldn’t help but feel curious.

’What questions will be attached to the remaining gifts?’

Filled with anticipation, Nina Thorne picked up the topmost box, ready to open another one.

Just then, her phone rang at an inopportune moment.

Nina Thorne glanced at the screen and frowned slightly.

A call from Cole Kane.

’Calling me at a time like this... he must have seen Justin Kane’s Moments post.’