Reborn Heiress: Married To My Ex-Husband's Rival
Chapter 81 I’m Going Nowhere

Chapter 81: Chapter 81 I’m Going Nowhere

Jasmine returned with Kingsley a few days later. Kingsley had to do a lot more convincing for her to leave Nicole’s apartment.

The next few days were quite thrilling for Jasmine. Surprisingly, her father had agreed for her to leave with kingsley to Paris. Jasmine was more than relieved to leave work.

Jasmine was supposed to be helping to prepare for Trevor’s annual Thanksgiving event. It was something done every year and since it’s November and the event was around the corner, the preparations have already started to take place.

She was grateful Kingsley was able to tuck her out of work. Also, with everything that happened—Jack,the surgery, Kingsley’s ex-fiancée’s sudden arrival—Jasmine knew she needed to be away from LA. She needed a break from all that stuff.

The flight was smooth. Jasmine spent most of the time by the window, staring at the clouds. Kingsley sat beside her, holding her hand gently. He didn’t talk much. He just looked at her now and then and smiled like he couldn’t believe she was really there.

When they landed, the air felt different. Cold but soft. Paris in November was calm, not too crowded. The streets looked like a painting. Old buildings, warm lights, and people walking with coffee cups and scarves.

One of Kingsley’s drivers took them to a quiet hotel tucked away in a corner street. It was a six-star hotel, but it was warm and cozy. The lobby smelled like fresh croissants. Jasmine loved it. Everything about Paris brought warm satisfaction to her chest.

After they checked into their room, They didn’t rest long. Kingsley wanted to show her the city, majorly some of his favorite spots.

They walked through the streets, hand in hand. No rush. No schedule. Just slow steps and soft talks.

They got hot chocolate from a small café. The lady at the counter smiled when she saw them. Jasmine made a mental note about how the people there always wore sweet smiles.

The lady said something in French. Jasmine didn’t understand, but she smiled back.

At sunset, they found a spot by the Seine River—Kingsley’s idea. Jasmine leaned on Kingsley’s shoulder as they sat on a bench, overlooking the River.

"It’s beautiful," she whispered, and the cold air blew her hair to her face.

Kingsley looked at her instead of the view. "Yes," he replied. "Very beautiful." He muttered. Quite satisfied with Jasmine’s beauty than the actual beautiful scenario before them.

That would be the third time Jasmine would be visiting Paris but this was the first time she would be coming to the city of love with a man she loves.

The sky turned a soft pink, and the streetlights came on, one by one. The sound of water moving gently in the river filled the quiet.

Jasmine looked around. "It doesn’t feel real,"

Kingsley laughed softly, his laugh sending tons of butterflies into Jasmine’s stomach. His laugh was enough happiness dose and it tickled her ears. "That’s Paris for you." He commented shortly.

The city moved behind them—soft footsteps, quiet chatter, the occasional sound of a passing bicycle, honking sounds from cars—but it felt like they were the only ones there.

Jasmine pulled her coat tighter around her. Kingsley noticed and gently wrapped his arm around her.

"You know," Jasmine said, eyes on the water, "I didn’t think I’d ever do something like this. Just leave everything behind and come to Paris with someone."

Kingsley looked at her. "Why not?"

She shrugged. "I’ve always been... careful. Too careful. I plan everything. I follow the rules. But lately, I feel like I’ve been living someone else’s life."

Kingsley was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "Maybe that’s why you needed this trip. Not to escape. Just... to breathe." He sighed. "I’m sorry for canceling that Chicago trip." That would be the umpteenth time he had apologized for his action.

She turned her head toward him. "It’s okay. And you...Why did you bring me here, Kingsley? Really."

He paused. His eyes didn’t leave hers. "Because I wanted to see you happy. I wanted to make up for the Chicago trip. That’s it."

She gave a small smile. "That’s simple."

"It should be," he replied. "I think love is simple. We make it complicated."

His words made her heart slow down a little. His word *love* replayed in her head.

She looked back at the water, hoping Kingsley doesn’t notice how her cheeks had flushed red. "I don’t know what’s going to happen when I get back. Everything’s waiting for me—expectations, decisions, my father...and then, there is still Jack" The mention of Jack’s name seemed to have ruined some bit of happiness in her.

"I know," he said quietly. "And I’ve taken care of that Jack-ass."

His nickname for Jack made Jasmine chuckle a little, forgetting the bitterness. "How?"

Kingsley mumbled. "I’m not trying to fix your life. I just want to be part of it. Even the messy parts." He gazed ahead. "And it just turns out Jack is creating more mess. He is planning to launch a new product, by the way. I already have things set up to sabotage his launching event.." his lips curled up in a mischievous grin. "It would hit him bad."

Jasmine felt a lump rise in her throat. Not from sadness, just the weight of being understood. And being cared for.

She leaned into him again, resting her head on his shoulder. "Do you think we’ll be okay after all this?"

Kingsley didn’t answer right away. He looked out at the river, the reflection of lights dancing across it.

"I don’t know what ’okay’ will look like for us," he said softly. "But I know I’m not going anywhere. And I think we’ll figure it out. One quiet moment at a time."

Jasmine closed her eyes. She believed him.

And for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t afraid of what came next.

They stayed there a while longer, saying little, just enjoying the peace. After a while, they walked back to the hotel. The streets were glowing now, and the smell of fresh bread and roasted chestnuts floated in the air.

Back in their room, Jasmine sat by the window. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance. She took a picture with her camera.

"I don’t want to miss this," she said. "I want to remember it just like this." Her eyes glinted in satisfaction as she stared at the photos she had taken.

Kingsley brought her a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders before dropping a mug on the nearby table.

"You know," he sipped from his coffee, "I used to come to Paris a lot. For work. I never really liked it."

Jasmine raised her brows. "Why?" She dropped her camera on the table and grabbed her mug.

"I don’t know. Felt too loud. Too lonely." He paused. "But now, with you here... it feels like the best place in the world."

"Let’s visit the Eiffel towel soon." Jasmine articulated and Kingsley hummed in agreement.

"It’s a nice place to grab dinner."

"Yeah. But I’m too tired now." Jasmine set her mug down. "Let’s order dinner to the room."

Kingsley ordered dinner—simple stuff just like Jasmine wanted. Soup, bread, and desserts. Jasmine ate slowly, sitting cross-legged on the bed. Kingsley talked about random things—his first trip to Paris, a funny meeting he once had at a café, a man who tried to sell him ten fake watches in five minutes.

Jasmine laughed more than she had in days.

Later that night, they lay in bed. Jasmine rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Tomorrow," she whispered, "can we just walk again? No plans. No rush."

Kingsley kissed the top of her head. "Whatever you want." Jasmine shut her eyes, sleeping peacefully. And for the first time that day, Kingsley remembered his troubles. Gabriel Marshmallow—he needed to see him soon. But somewhere within him was....scared. Scared of what he might discover.