The Stunning CEO's Ex-wife

Chapter 3 Hermione Is Shocked

Hermione went out.

She sat in the car and fastened her seatbelt.

After not seeing Bryson for a few days, he seemed to have become thinner. His deep facial contours became more angular. He was so handsome that Hermione could not take her eyes off him.

Hermione found that she still loved him very much, and she could not forget him at all.

"Here is a gift for you. You have gotten a new job. Congratulations." Bryson handed over an exquisite dark blue velvet jewelry box.

Hermione took the box and opened it.

It was a jade carving inside.

The jade carving was a man with a robe standing. Its facial features and clothing were carved with simple lines. The cutting technique was simple but rough and powerful.

The jade was gentle, elegant, and crystal clear. It was the best in jade.

Hermione held the jewelry box, tilted her head, and looked at Bryson with a faint smile. "Why did you give me such a valuable gift?"

Bryson smiled and looked into her eyes. "You restore the ancient painting, and you will inevitably come into contact with the things in the ancient tomb. It is good to wear something to ward off evil. Come, I will help you put it on."

He picked up the jade carving and put it on Hermione's neck.

When Bryson held her hair, his fingertips inadvertently grazed her neck.

The touch was cold and refreshing, which made Hermione's body and heart tremble.

Hermione was always sensitive to Bryson's touch.

Thinking of their current relationship, Hermione felt sour in her heart. She forced a smile and said, "Don't give me anything in the future."

It was easy for her to misunderstand that he still had feelings for her. Then she couldn't help but think about it, and even longed for more.

Bryson put his slender fingers on the steering wheel and said lightly, "It's just a jade carving. Don't take it to heart."

He started the car.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the Gosling's old house.

As soon as they entered the house, the grey-haired Jamya Callow greeted them and hugged Hermione. "Hermione, I haven't seen you for a few days. I miss you so much!"

Hermione felt that Jamya's performance today was a little exaggerated.

Usually, she was noble and dignified.

Hermione smiled and asked, "Grandma, is there anything important?"

"Let's have the meal first. We'll talk after we're done." Jamya held Hermione's hand and rolled her eyes at Bryson.

The food was very sumptuous and there was a table full of delicacies.

Jamya kept putting food for Hermione and looked at her with a smile. "Three years ago, I chose a wife for Bryson in the entire city. So many photos of the girls were handed over, and you caught my eyes at a glance. You have fine features. You look like a person who can bring good luck to your husband. Sure enough, after Bryson married you, his legs healed in two years and his company is getting better."

Jamya suddenly covered her mouth and coughed violently.

Hermione hurriedly patted Jamya's back.

After Jamya finished coughing, she grabbed Hermione's hand and said, "You are really a good girl. You are gentle and quiet, hardworking, and loyal. During those two years, Bryson couldn't stand up, and his temper was very bad. Many servants couldn't stand it anymore and left. Only you didn't leave him. If you hadn't accompanied him through that period, he might have been crippled in this life."

After she finished speaking, she burst into tears.

Hermione quickly took a piece of paper to wipe Jamya's tears.

Bryson tightened his grip on his fork, and his eyes darkened as if he was deep in thought.

Jamya glanced at him and said breathlessly, "I only have one wish now. I hope that you and Bryson will be a loving couple and quickly give birth to a great-grandson for me."

Hermione looked at Bryson awkwardly.

It seemed that he had not told Jamya that they were going to divorce.

Jamya's voice became weaker and weaker. "I am already old. Maybe one day, I will die. Before I die, I hope I can see the birth of your child."

Hermione's nose twitched and she quickly said, "Grandma, you will live forever."

"I know my health best. I'm already eighty years old. I'm not feeling quite well. I'll go lie down for a while." Jamya struggled to her feet, clutching her chest.

Hermione quickly helped her to the bedroom.

When they were about to reach the bedroom door, Jamya suddenly turned around.

She said to Bryson, "From tonight on, you must live here. When Hermione is pregnant, you can move back."

Just as Bryson was about to speak, Jamya bent her back and stumbled into the bedroom.

Hermione carefully supported Jamya, afraid that she would hurt Jamya if she used more strength.

After lying down on the bed, Jamya held Hermione's hand and said softly, "I know that you moved back to your mother's home. Don't worry. With me here, Bryson can't divorce you. Bryson is filial, and he will listen to me."

"But..."

"There is nothing to say. Vivian is a fair-weather person. That kind of heartless person is not worthy of marrying our family."

Hermione paused and said, "Grandma, do you want to call the doctor to come over and take a look?"

"There's no need. I'm old and have a lot of diseases. It's useless even if the doctor comes. Go to have your meal and close the door for me."

"Okay, have a good rest."

As soon as Hermione left, Jamya sat up on the bed in high spirits, completely different from her weak appearance just now.

Hermione returned to the dining table.

"Hermione, eat it while it's hot." Warren gave her a lamb leg.

"Thank you, Grandfather."

Hermione put on a one-time glove and slowly chewed on it.

Bryson looked up at Warren and said, "Grandfather, last time I saw my grandmother, she fit as a fiddle. Why did she become so weak during such a short time?"

Warren sighed heavily, "Old people are always like this. We may be dying at any time. You two can't do things to hurt your grandma now."

Bryson's handsome face became solemn.

After finishing the meal, Bryson and Hermione returned to the guest bedroom.

And they closed the door.

Hermione asked, "What should we do? Are we really going to stay here?"

Bryson frowned and reached out to loosen his tie. "Grandma is in poor health now and she can't stand any stimulation. Let's stay for a few days and talk about it later."

"There is only one bed. How are we going to sleep?" Hermione looked back at the bed behind her.

Bryson curved his lips and said, "Close your eyes and sleep."

"I'm not joking with you. I'm serious," Hermione said anxiously.

Bryson slowly took off the watch on his wrist and threw it on the bedside table. He said, "Go to take a shower first. I'll take a shower after that."

"Okay."

Hermione went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Then, she quickly took a shower.

After Hermione took her bath, Bryson went to take a shower.

Lying on the bed, Hermione couldn't fall asleep. She thought, we are about to get a divorce, but we are still sleeping on the same bed. What is going on?

Suddenly, Bryson's phone on the bedside table rang.

Hermione didn't like to see his privacy and let the phone ring.

It stopped after ringing twice.

Not long after, her phone rang again.

Hermione glanced at the caller ID. It was a strange number.

After the call was connected, a sweet female voice sounded. "Hermione, is Bryson with you?"

"May I ask who you are?"

The woman paused for a second and said, "I am his sister."

Hermione thought it was one of Bryson's cousins, so she said, "He's taking a shower. When he comes out, I'll ask him to call you back."

"Okay, thank you."

After taking the shower, Bryson was not wearing any clothes. He only wrapped a towel around his waist and wiped his hair with a towel.

With broad shoulders and long legs, his figure was extremely superior.

His abdominal muscles were distinct, strong, and powerful, and the lines of his muscles were eye-catching. Under the orange light, he exuded a soul-stirring charm.

Hermione's heart was pounding, and her ears were red as if they were being burned by flames.

She tilted her head to avoid looking at him and said softly, "One of your younger sisters just called you. Call her back."

Bryson lightly agreed. He walked to the bedside table and picked up his phone to take a look.

Then he walked out.

When he returned, his handsome face was gloomy. He asked coldly, "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"What?" Hermione was stunned.

"Vivian committed suicide. What did you say to her?"

Hearing this, Hermione was shocked.

A few seconds later, Hermione said, "I didn't know that she was Vivian. She said that she is one of your younger sisters, so I told her that you went to take a shower."

With a cold face, Bryson didn't say a word. He opened the wardrobe, took out his clothes, and began to put them on.

After putting on his clothes, he strode out with his long legs.

Warren heard the noise and came out to ask, "Where are you going so late?"

Bryson said in a deep voice, "I have something to do outside."

"What is it?"

"Vivian is in the hospital. I'll go and see her."

Warren raised his voice and said to Hermione in the guest room, "Hermione, go with him."

Warren was a grave person in the Gosling family.

Hermione didn't want to disobey him, so she replied, "Okay, Grandpa."

After putting on her clothes, she left with Bryson.

The car drove past an intersection.

Hermione said, "You can find a hotel to put me down."

Bryson held the steering wheel, staring intently. "Let's go together. I need you to explain to Vivian."

Hermione felt extremely frustrated.

Although she was indifferent and never fought for anything, she still had her bottom line.

She thought, it is not my fault. What is there to explain?

Sensing her unhappiness, Bryson stretched out a hand and rubbed her hair. He said gently, "Vivian has severe depression. Consider it as me begging you."

An hour later.

Hermione and Bryson arrived at Vivian's ward.

Vivian had just finished the gastric lavage and was lying on the bed. Her face was pale and her hair was messy. The figure under the quilt was thin.

When Hermione saw Vivian's face clearly, she was shocked!