Scott grunted with his face twisted in pain, "Ow! What did you do that for?""That's what you get for poking your nose into what doesn't concern you!" Zara snarled, holding his shirt even tighter. "I thought I made it clear that I don't want to be followed. Why the hell did you follow me here?""Give me a break, Zara. Did you really expect me to stay back when you ran out of the house like a madwoman? I had to make sure you were okay."She completely lost it. "Who are you to be concerned about my well-being? You never gave two fucks about me even when we were married. Why the hell are you bugging my life now that we are divorced?"Scott said nothing to that. He just coughed and averted his eyes."Do you have any idea what you have done? And what your presence here cost me?" she continued to yell.A few passersby glanced at them and whispered. Zara didn't give a damn. Today, she was going to set the record straight. She'd had enough of his bugging. Most importantly, she wanted to vent
Zara felt a thump in her chest at the sound of his voice. It was nothing like the clear and domineering snarl he usually used in speaking to her. This time, it was low and pitiful. Somehow, it reminded her of the night of passion they shared just before their divorce was finalized."I need you..." he muttered again. His grip got a little tighter. Zara felt his sweaty palm against her cold wrist. It gave her goosebumps in the twinkling of an eye.She stood frozen for another minute. Soon, Scott stirred on the bed. She saw his eyelids peel open slowly. Her breathing seized when her gaze met his. His moss-colored eyes were warm. All the hatred Zara harbored for him seemed to take second place now. He was like a helpless child in her eyes at this moment.Slowly, she turned her body by ninety degrees. She held his wrist and made him let go of hers. "Okay, I'll stay. Just go back to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up.""Promise?"After a sigh, she crossed her heart and replied, "Yes, prom
The shout echoed in the bathroom. It was as if it bounced on the walls and even the glass for the shower enclosure. A second later, the bathroom went silent.An icy warning trickled up Zara's spine. She could tell whose voice that was even in her dream. Sure enough, she turned to find Cora standing at the threshold with her nose flaring."Didn't you hear me? What's going on here?" Cora snarled, her eyes red with fury.Scott leisurely wore his pants and turned around with difficulty. He frowned slightly. "What are you doing here? Who told you I was here?""Really, Scott?" Cora raised an eyebrow and said, "Is that all you can say in this situation?""It's not what you think," Zara chipped in."It's not what I think? I find you in the same bathroom with my man who is pants down and you say it's not what I think? Do you take me for a fool, Zara? I always knew you were trouble from the first day we bumped into each other after your return. But I thought you, at least, had some self-respect.
Cora felt her knees buckle. Her head suddenly felt full. She broke out in cold sweat as her mouth went dry. What was Scott talking about? What did he know? Did he know she had been deceiving him all along? No, it can't be. He still dotes on Tommy. He wouldn't if he already knew the truth, right?Blinking in a bid to maintain her composure, Cora stammered, "I... I don't know what you are talking about."Yes, you do!" Scott snarled. "Quit pretending, will you? For once, own up to your shit!"She burst into tears. "Why are you yelling at me? I really don't know what you are talking about. I don't know what lies Zara or anyone told you, but it's not true!""No one told me shit! Stop bringing Zara into this, will you? You were so mean to her just now. How can you still act like a saint?"Cora screamed, "Why are you always defending her against me! Rumor has it that she has been sleeping with different men. All the companies she acquired in the last few years were done crookedly. I even hea
Jordan's car pulled into the driveway of the Hall family's mansion. Seconds later, Zara got out of the car and shut the door. She lowered and said thanks to him. After watching him leave, she walked into the house. "Good morning, Grandma," she said to Karen who was sitting at the dining table with a cup of hot tea in hand and a plate of toast and eggs before her. Karen peered at her granddaughter over her glasses. "Welcome. Go take a shower and come down for breakfast. I'll tell Abigail to fix you something." "Okay..." Twenty minutes later, Zara returned clad in a loose shirt and a pair of shorts. Her hair was in a messy bun. She had decided against washing it because she was feeling too lazy. After having breakfast, she walked up to where Karen was sitting in the living room. "Jayden is sleeping in today. When I checked on him, he looked so tired." "Yes, he is. I allowed him to stay up late yesterday," Karen explained with her eyes on what she was knitting. Her granddaughter rec
A slight tension rippled between all four of them. Just then, the waitress came up to the table with Jordan and Zara's order. She set it down carefully. The situation became a little more awkward after she left."Mr. Brown, you are here to have dinner, aren't you? Why don't you go ahead?" Jordan finally broke the silence, glancing at Scott's company.For some reason, Scott smiled brightly. "Yes, we are. But I forgot to make a reservation before coming here. We were on our way out when I heard your sweet sweet words."Zara instantly felt uncomfortable. She sensed something in his tone. And it wasn't good. When he moved closer to the table with his companion, she bit her tongue and cursed him out in her mind. Jerk! Why don't you just go your own way? Why did you have to stop? Don't even dare do what I think you are about to do!Suddenly, Scott pulled the chair nearby and said with feigned politeness, "We already came a long way. Since you reserved a large table, how about we sit with yo
Scott's eyes glowed red like torches. After slamming his glass down on the table, he glanced at the two of them as if he was some kind of cop they were obligated to answer to."What do you mean?" Zara frowned at him. "Watch your tone. Even if you want to ask such a personal question, you shouldn't use that tone.""Huh? What's wrong with my tone?" He turned to face her squarely.She rolled her eyes and took a bit of the spare ribs as if he hadn't addressed her. The expression she had on her face was indifferent. However, she was panicking inside. Can he just drop it already? Why did he flare up? Was he jealous? Did he think he was free to date anyone he liked while she was supposed to stay celibate forever? How arrogant of him! It wasn't until Scott was about to flare up again that Jordan finally piped up. "As she said, we have been dating for quite a while now. We would appreciate it if you—"Scott cut him off. "For how long have you had eyes for her?""I beg your pardon?" "Answer t
Were her eyes playing tricks on her? Was she hallucinating right now? Why the hell was she seeing this man standing at her doorstep in the middle of a rainy night?Zara blinked hard and looked again. When the image before her didn't disappear, she uttered in disbelief, "Scott? What are you doing here?""Break up with him," Scott repeated. Zara was even more stunned. She stared at him as his mouth quivered. He was soaking wet as if he had jumped into a pool, fully-clothed."What's wrong with you? Why did you show up here in the middle of the night?" she asked, folding her arms over her bosom."Break up with him."Hell, he was sounding like a broken record now. Zara's frown deepened. She didn't even know what to say to him. How could he come all the way here just to tell her those four words? Wait a minute!A stench suddenly hit Zara's nose. It was so pungent that she wondered why it hadn't gotten to her before now. Scott reeked of alcohol. Finally, she understood why his eyes were dro