All Chapters of The Doting Bigwig: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

"What are we investigating?" Joey asked, confused.Willow swiped her phone screen and showed Joey a picture of an oil painting. "Help me find out who painted this."Ever since they returned from the art district event, Theodore had been acting strange.He originally said he wanted to buy a painting to hang over the fireplace as decoration, but the one he brought home had stayed in the study.Joey hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed. "Alright, I'll look into it for you. You have to keep yourself grounded. Don't overthink it, okay?""Yeah, I know. Thank you, Joey.""No need to thank me. We're besties."Joey shook Willow's hand gently before getting up. "I'd better get going now. I have some things to handle."After Joey left, Willow leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest. However, her mind couldn't stop replaying all the moments she had shared with Theodore over the past year. Despite everything, she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that lingered ins

At a Francia restaurant in the city center, Quentin had ordered an entire table of dishes tailored to Willow's taste."How long has it been since we sat down for a meal like this?" he asked.Willow thought about it for a moment before chuckling wryly. "At least over a year. Maybe longer. Even before we divorced, we barely had time to eat together.""Yeah, who would've thought we'd finally get to have a proper meal after the divorce?"As he poured her some lemon tea, he asked, "Your wedding to Mr. Bassett is in a few days, right? The 15th, if I remember correctly. How's everything coming along?""Pretty much all set.""If you need any help, just let me know.""Thanks.""Eat more."He didn't pry into why Willow seemed off today because he knew her too well. She liked to bottle things up, and the more you asked, the less she would tell.Meanwhile, a black car pulled up outside the restaurant.Willow was discussing project details with Quentin when a shadow fell across their tab

The night was deep. Willow had already fallen asleep, but Theodore remained in his study, intently examining the painting. His cold eyes revealed no hint of emotion, as if nothing could disturb his calm.After a long pause, he carefully wrapped the painting and placed it in the farthest corner of the cabinet.The next morning, Willow woke up. Theodore was still home, which was rare, so the two of them had breakfast together."Mr. Theodore specifically requested this pumpkin soup," Kathy said with a bright smile as she set a bowl in front of Willow. "He also made sure I added an extra spoonful of sugar just for you."Though Willow wasn't particularly fond of sweets, she did enjoy the soft, silky texture of pumpkin soup. It surprised her that Theodore, who was always so busy, would remember such a small detail."Aren't you supposed to be at an early meeting today?""No rush. I'll leave after you finish eating."Theodore peeled an egg and placed it on her plate. "Eat more," he said

"Ms. Jett—" Isaac shouted.The sudden shout from outside the gate caught Theodore's attention. He spun around just in time to see Isaac darting toward the back of the moving truck. His heart skipped a beat, and he dashed over."Theodore!" Iris called, rushing after him."Ms. Jett, are you okay?"Isaac had just helped Willow to her feet when Theodore arrived and quickly pulled Isaac aside."Willow."Willow's face was as pale as a ghost, and she didn't respond to Theodore's calls."Isaac, where's the car?""It's over there. I'll go get it."Theodore quickly lifted Willow into his arms and left the villa without a second glance.Iris followed a few steps, then suddenly halted as if struck by a realization. She tightened her grip and made herself stay where she was. Turning to the movers, she said, "Keep at it and make sure not to scuff the furniture."…Willow had a dream. A red-and-white checkered picnic blanket was laid out on a sprawling green lawn, and it was covered with

Willow couldn't believe her ears. Theodore, the man she was about to marry, was on the phone with another woman talking about changing the door lock codes when it mattered most. She left immediately without looking back. Theodore ended the call abruptly and dashed after her, but he missed the elevator. By the time he reached the hospital's entrance, Willow's car was already driving away."It's Mr. Bassett," Isaac said while glancing at the rearview mirror as he drove. Theodore, tall and impressive, was hard to miss even in a crowd.Willow leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed. She said quietly, "Take me home."Even with her eyes firmly shut, tears continued to streak down her cheeks. A deep sadness weighed on her chest, making it hard to breathe. The joy she'd once felt seemed to pop like a soap bubble.…The night drew in. After placing the dishes on the table, Helen couldn't help but step out onto the balcony and look down."Willow, Theodore's still waiting out there.