Chapter 589

Chapter 588:

A cold, absolute resolve settled across his face.

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured.

He stood, walked to his home office, and pulled the heavy doors shut behind him.

Miles away, in the top-floor boardroom of the Collins Building, the most powerful men in global finance sat around a massive mahogany table. The screens before them flickered as the connection to the CEO’s home office opened.

Gaston’s face appeared. He didn’t sit down. He didn’t glance at the documents in front of him.

“The meeting is canceled,” he said, his voice flat and final.

A stunned silence gripped the room. A senior director with forty years of experience frowned deeply. “Gaston, do you understand the magnitude of this deal? We cannot simply p>

“My wife’s health is more important than your bonds,” Gaston said, his voice dropping to a cold, dangerous register. “She needs me. Now p>

Before anyone could form a single word of protest, Gaston reached forward. The screen went black.

Y𝗼𝘶𝗋 𝗱ai𝗅𝗒 𝘥𝘰s𝖾 o𝗳 𝗇о𝘷е𝗅𝘴 𝘰𝗻.сo𝘮

The silence in the boardroom was total. The executives stared at the blank screen, paralyzed by the unprecedented move. In the corner, the executive assistant felt the blood drain from his face and immediately reached for his phone, bracing to perform damage control on a catastrophic scale.

Back in the penthouse, Jocelyn heard the office door open. She looked up, her cheek still cupped in her hand, and saw Gaston striding back toward her.

“Your meeting,” she started, her voice weak.

“It doesn’t matter,” Gaston said. He dropped to one knee in front of the sofa and gently cradled her face in both hands, his thumbs brushing away her tears. “The only thing that matters right now is you p>

The cameras hadn’t been inside the office, but the hallway lens had captured the audio and the image of him walking out. The viewers quickly pieced together what had just happened.

He had canceled a ten-billion-euro meeting to tend to his wife’s toothache.

The live chat erupted.

“He just threw away billions for her p>

“This is the standard. This is the man p>

Gaston’s driver, Vance, received a frantic call and was dispatched to retrieve a specific medical kit from the city residence at top speed.

Gaston, still kneeling in front of Jocelyn, pulled out his phone — not to check emails, but to scroll through the live chat. He moved through the flood of comments until a single suggestion kept appearing: ice.

He stood immediately and walked to the kitchen. Jocelyn watched him go, her heart aching with a strange, warm mixture of pain and profound affection. He was the most powerful man in the financial world, and here he was, searching his own kitchen for a home remedy.

Gaston opened the built-in ice maker and grabbed a handful of cubes. Then he crossed to a drawer and pulled out a silk scarf — a Hermès original, worth thousands of dollars.