Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 251

In the instant he neared closer and closer, I suddenly pushed him away, hastily turned around, flung

open the door and escaped as swiftly as my legs could carry me.

I could hear my heart pounding like a drum!

My legs felt weak and shaky. This abrupt escape, for some reason, left me with a pang of regret. Why

did I push him away? Was it because the unfamiliarity of his face, or his sudden display of affection that

was too abrupt, or a grudge that I was unable to let go, or perhaps the resentment towards his abrupt

departure years ago...

I didn't know, but at that moment, I felt inexplicably helpless. I even wanted to run back and throw

myself into his arms to vent my pent-up emotions.

If he hadn't left without saying goodbye, without uttering a single word, would I have ended up in my

current state?

Even if he had given me a glimmer of hope back then, I wouldn't have shifted my affections! You must

know, back then, my heart was filled with him. His sudden dropout and subsequent disappearance left

me in despair.

I was full of him, filled to the brim. But suddenly, he was gone, nowhere to be found. Only I knew how

much pain I was in. If not for my childish intention to revenge him, why would I went for Jaylan

Dawson?

Back then I foolishly thought, “you didn't want me getting close to Jaylan, right? You said he wasn't my

type, right? You said this man wasn't reliable, right? I was determined to get close to handsome Jaylan,

as a declaration of war.”

I thought that by doing so, he would definitely come back. But he disappeared for twelve years,

vanished into thin air.

I gave a bitter laugh, choked back a sob, and now when I think back, can I blame him?

Even though he left abruptly back then, he never rejected me, never said he didn't love me. I only have

myself to blame, for being whimsical, capricious, seeking comfort in Jaylan, leading myself into an

irreversible situation.

That regret, from the moment I saw him again, tormented me, especially his unfamiliar face, and the

bracelet on his wrist that I gave him, that he would never take off.

I have no right to blame him anymore, especially considering his extraordinary secret identity.

Is this really my fate? They say, the gentleman does not quarrel with fate, but I’m unwilling! Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

How blind was I to fall for Jaylan, a wolf in sheep's clothing. And how different am I from his other

women?

The only difference is that I'm his legal wife, but the price I paid for this is just too high.

If not for my three intelligent and adorable children as well as Milo, this price would be even more

exorbitant. I might as well be no different from Marissa.

I felt confused and dazed, as if my soul had been sucked out, to the point where I nearly bumped into

Hannah, who had come out to look for me. I didn't even notice her until she grabbed me and cried out,

"My lady, what's wrong?"

I stared at her blankly, my gaze scattered. She shook my arm a little, and I tried hard to concentrate, to

pull myself out of my complex thoughts. I fixed my gaze upon Hannah's anxious face.

She was scrutinizing me anxiously, "My lady, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Only then did I see her clearly, and I hurriedly shook my head, saying quietly, "No... I... I'm okay, where

were you just now?"

She whispered a few words into my ear, and my eyes widened, "Really?"

Hannah nodded firmly, "Yes, you must be careful!"

"Okay!" I clenched my fist, gritted my teeth and strode back towards the hall, "Let's go in!"

I returned to the hall, having composed myself, and carefully scanned the entire room. But I couldn't

find Jerome.

I couldn't help but wonder, had he not returned?

For some reason, I had a strong premonition that this rainy night wouldn't be a peaceful one. My heart

gave a painful jolt.