Chapter 875: Chapter 875



Jett’s expression softened slightly, but he remained silent, pulling her back inside.

She had no opportunity to bid farewell to Michael.

If Michael hadn’t mentioned their separate sleeping arrangements last night, Jett might have lashed out at him.

“What’s the real story here?” Jett asked.

Dulce looked away, quickly diverting the conversation. “Where are Mom and Dad?”

“Your antics have them worried sick. I had to send them away because of it. Have you really forgotten?”

Deceiving him was clearly out of the question.

Exhausted, Dulce pleaded, “Jett, I’m still piecing things together. Can I have some space for now?”

“Is he taking things seriously? Has he ever really moved on from his ex-wife?”

Dulce’s gaze fell to the floor, her sorrow now a familiar companion.

She merely nodded in agreement. “Yes.”

“Despicable.”

The more Jett pondered, the more he regretted letting Michael go so easily.

“Jett!” Dulce interjected, grasping his arm. “Please, I need to handle this on my own.”

“And what can you possibly do? He’s much older than you. It’s easy for someone like you to be deceived.”

“He’s not deceptive!”

Her unwavering faith in him was something that, for some reason, left Jett speechless with frustration.

“Why must you be so naive?”

“Who hasn’t made mistakes in love? Remember your own ordeal with Fifi?”

Left without a retort, Jett pointed a finger at her, his frustration palpable, before storming out.

Once the tension eased, Dulce found solitude on the couch, enveloped in loneliness.

Her somber reflections were interrupted by a call from the chief engineer of the design institute.

“Dulce, I’ve just sent the latest aircraft design to your email. This is highly confidential, and you must not disclose it, understood?”

Summoning her focus, Dulce knew the gravity of her responsibilities. “Absolutely clear.”

“Just so you’re aware, there’s a new study abroad program through our international partnerships. You’re a strong candidate for it.”

Intrigued, Dulce’s fingers tensed slightly. “And how long would that last?”

“Two years. Perform well, and you might secure a position overseas. Post-graduation, you could even become a chief engineer, joining the upper echelons of our institute.”

Her mind wandered to her family, friends, and particularly Michael. “I’d like to complete my current projects first. If selected, I’ll give it serious thought.”

“What’s there to hesitate about? This is a chance many dream of. Both your mentor and I have put your name forward. You’re young, Dulce. Prioritizing your future is crucial.”

“I understand its importance.”

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