Page 36 of Jealous Billionaire's Endless Regret

Inside sat a platinum Signima watch—sleek, paper-thin, with intricate inscriptions etched along the band.

“This... isn’t this the limited-edition Signima?” Grayson looked at her, stunned. “This thing costs a fortune! I’ve been trying to get it for months—was even ready to pay triple for it. How did you get your hands on this?”

Krystal froze. ‘Shit.’ Her heart skipped a beat. ‘I told Darren to buy a gift. That idiot bought a rare collector’s watch? Seriously?’

She glanced nervously at Grayson, then at Lorenzo, whose gaze was pinned on her with sharp interest. He looked just as surprised. He clearly hadn’t known about the gift either.

‘I’m just a poor woman with no money now. Lorenzo won’t suspect anything, would he?’

Grayson glanced between the two of them, sensing even Lorenzo had no idea where the gift came from. The silence grew heavy until Grayson cleared his throat and asked, “So, when are you two finally going on a proper honeymoon?”

Krystal choked, caught completely off-guard. Her saliva hit the wrong way, and she started coughing, eyes wide as she looked at him in disbelief.

“Oh, come on,” Grayson muttered, snapping the box shut. “I feel more awkward asking than you do answering. You’ve been married for two years, but no honeymoon? Not even a weekend away? What the hell have you two been doing?”

Lorenzo let out a long breath and shook his head. “No, we haven’t.”

Krystal looked down at her lap, fingers twisting nervously.

‘What honeymoon?’ she thought bitterly. ‘He was so loyal to Esther he couldn’t even bring himself to kiss me, not even once.’

Grayson’s eyes narrowed on Lorenzo at his answer, then he leaned forward and asked under his breath,

“You don’t have some kind of... problem, do you?” He flicked a not-so-subtle glance down—between Lorenzo’s legs.

Krystal choked on a laugh and burst into giggles, the sound echoing in the middle of the conversation.

“Grandpa, stop it!” Lorenzo snapped, face flushing with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. “Say one more thing and I’m never visiting you again.”

Grayson ignored him, rolling his eyes as he turned back to Krystal, softening the moment he saw her smile.

“Are you lacking anything, Krystal?” he asked gently. “Tell me—should I send you some of the latest jewelry? I’ll have it delivered straight to your place.”

Krystal smiled, patting the back of his hand. “I really don’t need anything, Grandpa.”

Grayson’s expression turned tender. “You’ve been wronged by this brat, haven’t you?” he said, voice quiet, eyes full of affection. “You’re such a good girl. I still don’t know how you managed to live with him this long. You’ve taken care of him like a saint. Honestly, I’m just grateful you married him. Otherwise, this workaholic block of ice would’ve stayed buried in his office for the rest of his life, never even seeing sunlight.”

Then Grayson turned and gave Lorenzo a sharp glare. “This brat should seriously get his head checked. Doesn’t want to be with his own wife? You’re this beautiful, and he hasn’t even taken you on one damn vacation. Something’s surely wrong with him.”

“JesusfuckingChrist.” Lorenzo shot to his feet, growling under his breath, his patience officially dead. He grabbed Krystal’s wrist, tugging her with him.

They walked out of the hall together, Grayson shouting after them, “Go to a damn hospital tomorrow!”

Krystal dropped her gaze to the ground and bit back another round of giggles, her shoulders trembling with the effort.

The moment they stepped outside, the cool night air wrapped around them, brushing against Krystal’s skin like a quiet warning. Without a word, Lorenzo took her hand.

He led her to the car and stopped next to it, yanking her a little closer. His eyes bore into hers, intense and burning.

“Why did you drag me out of there so suddenly?” she asked, her voice light, eyes searching his face. “The party’s still going on.”

Then her tone shifted, a spark of hope flashing in her voice. “Wait, is it for finalizing the divorce?”

His posture stiffened immediately, his body going rigid like he’d been struck.

But she kept going, unbothered. “Don’t worry, I brought all the documents with me.” She patted her purse confidently. “They’re right here.”

His jaw flexed. He shifted his weight, grounding his feet as his voice came out rough.

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