Chapter 816 No Need For Love
On the final day of the conference, everyone’s tense nerves finally began to relax. Meals were eaten at a more leisurely pace. In the hotel’s restaurant, every table was occupied by important figures.
Josie and Angel arrived late, and there were hardly any seats left. They planned to pack some food and eat it back in their room. However, at that moment, a man in a suit came over and respectfully said, “Ms. Warren, Mr. Bastille invites you.”
Surprised, Josie looked over and saw Morgan in the center, elegantly dining. He waved at her. She closed her eyes briefly, then reluctantly walked over.
Just as Angel was about to catch up, the man in the suit stopped her, “Ms. Teneson, come with me.”
“What on earth do you want to do?” Josie sat across from Morgan, her expression somewhat troubled.
“You seem to be in high spirits. It looks like you’ve fully recovered.” Morgan raised an eyebrow, cutting at piece of steak and placing it on her plate.
Josie glanced at the steak, then at Morgan, utterly baffled. “You’ve already taken over the Bastille family. What on earth are you after?”
His face was expressionless as he continued to cut his steak. “Being close to you brings me nothing. It might even upset Dexter, let alone the Bastille family.”
Josie furrowed her brows. “What I mean is, the Bastille family has everything you could possibly want. Why are you so fixated on me?”
It was not that she was narcissistic. However, she could feel that Morgan’s series of actions indicated he still couldn’t let go of her.
“Or could it be, Mr. Bastille, that you have a soft spot for your first love? But that can’t be right. I’m not your first love. Your ex-girlfriends could form a line all the way to Friyx, so why me?” Josie leaned back in her chair, half-joking.
Morgan saw right through everything. “Are you still hung up on my ex-girlfriends?”
It was because of that very reason that the two of them went their separate ways in the first place.
His speech added a hint of ambiguity to the atmosphere, making it seem as if she hadn’t let go of him.
“No, I don’t remember anymore,” Josie said, noticing him adding another slice of steak to her plate, “All H remember is that for you, life is so fulfilling that there’s no need for love.”
Back then, he left mercilessly without a hint of hesitation.
Morgan’s thoughts began to drift slightly as if recalling something. After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice, “What if I told you I regret it, Josie? Would you give me another chance?”
Josie stuffed a steak into her mouth. “Just a reminder, I’ve been divorced before.”
“I don’t care.”
“You don’t care? It seems time really can change a lot. The person who used to dodge at the mere sight of my father now doesn’t even care that I’ve been divorced”
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With a mocking smile, Josie was filled with nostalgia for the past.
Morgan’s previously calm expression wavered for a moment, and guilt swiftly followed. “Everyone said. back then you were forcing a marriage, and I didn’t want to get married. I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Josie said, having already let go of the past. “But what about now? If I asked you to marry me this instant, could you do it?”
Morgan looked at her, his eyes brimming with surprise and joy. “Of course.”
As he spoke, he raised his hand to signal his secretary to make arrangements. Josie quickly held him down. exclaiming, “Are you out of your mind!”
“The Bastille family and Bastille Group are already mine. No one can influence my decisions when it comes to marriage,” Morgan answered seriously.
This is madness. Josie didn’t expect him to be so bold. “I was just joking.”
Morgan took her hand in his, his gaze filled with endless affection. “Just remember. What Dexter can’t give you, I can.”
Listening, Josie felt torn apart. She forcefully pulled back her hand, stood up, and was about to leave when suddenly, she remembered something.
