Chapter 880


    Jason felt like crying andughing at the sight.


    He then turned to look at Corinne, who sipped her coffee peacefully.


    “Corinne, I might never get a wife if word gets out about this. What woman would want to marry a man


    who has an incurable intractable disease?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.


    “You were the one who asked me to get out of the arranged marriage. What happens after this is none


    of my problems,” Corinne replied nonchntly.


    Jason rubbed his chin and smiled at her. “That won’t do! You have to marry me if I can’t get a wife


    because of this!”


    Corinne gave him a bored side-eye. “How can I do that when I’m married?”


    Jason narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I’m not in a rush. I can wait until you’re divorced.”


    Corinne took it as a joke. “And what if I’m never getting a divorce?” she asked after chuckling.


    “Oh, you will,” Jason said meaningfully.


    “That sounded more like a threat than a joke…’ thought Corinne. She turned to him and raised her


    eyebrow. “What makes you think that?”


    Jason smiled mysteriously. “Because I know Jeremy. We’ve been friends since we were kids, after all.”


    “That’s his reason for thinking Jeremy will divorce me one day?’ Corinne scoffed. “Is that so? And you


    don’t mind marrying a divorcee?”


    She knew most men would mind marrying a divorcee, especially when said divorcee used to be his


    friend’s wife.


    Jason smiled coyly. “I will mind if it’s any other woman but you, Corinne… It’ll be like a dreame


    true for me if I get to marry you. In fact, it’s one of my biggest regrets to not know you sooner than


    Jeremy.”


    Corinne was unfazed by his cheesy lines. “Oh, please. You can save it. None of what you said was


    even remotely funny.”


    Jason’s expression became serious, and gone was his usual flirtatious smile. “Corinne, I was being


    genuine. If you break up with Jeremy-”


    “Corinne, which of these bags look better on…” Francine suddenly ran over with a bunch of bags in her


    arms, but her expression faltered when she saw Jason talking to Corinne on the sofa. She even heard


    the words ‘divorce’ and ‘Jeremy’ from Jason’s lips.


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    Corinne calmly sipped her coffee while looking at the bags Francine was holding.


    “All of them look good, though the color on the right suits you better. The one in the middle and on the


    left has a more mature -looking color.”


    At that moment, Francine did not care which bag looked better on her. All her attention had been


    shifted to Jason. “Jason, what are you doing here?”


    Jason smiled. “I just happened to be passing by.”


    He thought it would be pointless to exin the whole arranged marriage thing to Francine.


    Francine frowned. She did not like how popr Corinne was or how she was sitting so close to another


    man.


    “Come here right now, Corinne Carew!” she demanded.


    In truth, Corinne was not sitting on the same sofa as Jason. It was just that the two sofas they were


    sitting on were positioned quite close to each other, but it was not like they were the ones who ced


    the sofas like that. They were in a store, after all.


    Not wanting to spoil Francine, Corinne remained seated where she was. “What do you want? Just say


    it.”


    Francine called Corinne over because she did not want her sitting so close with Jason, so she


    understandably became even


    angrier when she saw Corinne still seated. Thus, she tried another tactic. She held up the bag in her


    right hand and said fiercely, “I want this one!”