Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 102: Chapter 102
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"I came here this afternoon. Just got in the car two minutes before you arrived," Jaxon said calmly, his eyes softening slightly.
Sally gave a slight nod, then reached for the car door handle.
Jaxon's hand abruptly shut her car door. "Mrs. Zale, aren't you forgetting you still owe me dinner?"
Sally instinctively froze for a moment. Her mind raced as she remembered, 'Wait? Didn't I promise Jaxon dinner before?' she thought. 'I really do owe him a meal.'
She just hadn't expected him to bring it up now, of all times.
Sally hesitated for a moment, about to speak, but Jaxon cut her off. "Don't tell me you're about to come up with excuses like you are busy today or maybe next time to brush me off, are you?"
Sally was instantly flustered, at a loss for words.
Jaxon looked down at her, and seeing her expression, he knew he had read her like an open book.
"Hand me the keys." Jaxon extended his hand toward her, his expression cool as he watched her.
Sally blinked in surprise, clearly puzzled. "What's going on?"
Jaxon said, "Let's grab dinner tonight. We'll take your car."
Sally looked up at him curiously and asked, "Then what about your car?"
Jaxon said flatly, his expression unreadable, "Caleb is in the car. He'll drive it back later."
Sally nodded thoughtfully, then handed the car keys over to Jaxon.
As Sally opened the back door, Jaxon's deep voice called from the driver's seat, "Ride shotgun."
Her hand on the door handle froze momentarily. After a heartbeat's hesitation, she squared her shoulders and strode around the front of the car to the passenger seat.
Images of the times she spent with Jaxon kept flashing through her mind. The jarring piano and those fragmented memories from upstairs came rushing back all at once, overwhelming Sally.
For a moment, Sally was so caught up that I completely forgot to buckle my seatbelt.
A familiar masculine presence suddenly closed in on her, making the air feel heavy. As Sally looked up, she was met with Jaxon's strikingly handsome profile.
Her hand, resting on her thigh, clenched involuntarily as her heart plummeted with dread.
Sally instinctively shrank back, her voice tight with tension. "Mr. Zale, what are you doing?"
Jaxon reached over and firmly grabbed the seatbelt on her right.
In a low, teasing voice, he said, "What, you get in the front seat and forget to buckle up?"
Sally's heart suddenly jumped into her throat. She hastily snatched the seatbelt from Jaxon's hand and managed a faint smile. "I can do it myself," she said.
Their closeness made her cheeks flush instantly.
Jaxon quirked his lips in a lazy, teasing smirk and let out a low, husky chuckle. He murmured, "Mrs. Zale, what's got you so tense?"
Jaxon settled back into his seat and buckled up with practiced ease.
"Me? Nervous?" Sally shot back, forcing a casual smile. "No way. I'm totally fine."
Jaxon quirked his lips, his smile deepening, but he remained silent.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Sally froze at the sight before her. Jaxon had brought her to an upscale restaurant.
'This place must cost several grand,' she thought. 'Good thing I made around 26 thousand dollars from restoring that antique vase; otherwise, there's no way I could afford dinner here tonight.'
Once they were seated across from each other, Jaxon looked up at her with a gentle smile. "I wasn't sure of your preferences. Since we've never had food together, I picked this place.
"The steak here is quite good. You might want to try it. If you like it, you could bring Lillian next time."
"Okay," Sally said. She nodded gently, unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips.
The steak had just been served, and Sally had barely taken two bites when a shrill voice suddenly cut through the air. "Sally? Jaxon?"
Sally looked up at the sound, her brows instinctively furrowing when she saw the man standing before her.
'Ugh, these two again? Can't go anywhere without running into them. What a pain,' she wondered.
Jaxon followed her gaze and slowly lifted his eyelids. When he saw Brad and Lena standing nearby, the usual shimmer in his eyes instantly turned ice-cold.
Jaxon set down his knife and fork, sounding deliberately casual. "Well, Brad, fancy running into you here."
Before Brad could respond, Lena suddenly cut in, her voice sharp with disbelief, "Mr. Zale, what are you doing having dinner with her? Just the two of you?"
Jaxon curled his lips into a cold smirk, his smile growing more languid. "Steak is meant for two, not three. I'm not one for crowds or certain tastes."
Everyone caught the underlying meaning. A casual remark that thinly veiled his jab at Brad and Lena's relationship.
"Sally, come with me. We need to talk," Brad said, his tone urgent. Before Sally could react, Brad seized her wrist and yanked her up from the chair.
"Brad?" Jaxon picked up a napkin and dabbed his lips with deliberate grace before setting it down slowly, every movement exuding effortless elegance.
Brad suddenly froze mid-motion, still gripping Sally's hand, his steps coming to an abrupt halt.
Sally looked toward the source of the sound and saw a terrifying fury blazing in Jaxon's striking phoenix eyes.
"Jaxon, Sally is my wife. Surely you're not trying to stop me from having a private word with my own spouse?" Brad's eyes darkened, his gaze toward Jaxon now stripped of its usual warmth and laced with icy disdain.
"What exactly shouldn't Lena and I hear?" Jaxon's gaze swept over both of them, then lingered pointedly on Lena.
Lena seemed to catch on but feigned innocence, pressing eagerly, "That's right, Brad. Why don't you just say whatever it is right here?"
"I can't say this in front of you two. This is between us as a couple," Brad said, his voice dropping low.
Having remained silent until now, Sally instinctively wrenched her hand free from Brad's grasp and strode purposefully toward the restroom. "Let's get this over with. Don't ruin my dinner."Sally snapped, "Let's get this over with. Don't ruin my dinner."
Brad quickly followed, his face darkening like a thundercloud.
Jaxon watched their retreating figures, a slight frown creasing his brow.
Lena stood off to the side, her fingers unconsciously clenching at her sides, her chest heaving with barely contained fury.
Sally was walking ahead, but just as she neared the end of the corridor, Brad abruptly seized her wrist and dragged her toward the emergency exit.
The door slammed shut with a resounding crash, the noise echoing through the stairwell.
Sally spun around and glared at him. "What the hell are you doing?"
Brad slammed her against the wall, his eyes especially dark. "Why were you having dinner alone with Jaxon?"
Sally gave a slight nod, then reached for the car door handle.
Jaxon's hand abruptly shut her car door. "Mrs. Zale, aren't you forgetting you still owe me dinner?"
Sally instinctively froze for a moment. Her mind raced as she remembered, 'Wait? Didn't I promise Jaxon dinner before?' she thought. 'I really do owe him a meal.'
She just hadn't expected him to bring it up now, of all times.
Sally hesitated for a moment, about to speak, but Jaxon cut her off. "Don't tell me you're about to come up with excuses like you are busy today or maybe next time to brush me off, are you?"
Sally was instantly flustered, at a loss for words.
Jaxon looked down at her, and seeing her expression, he knew he had read her like an open book.
"Hand me the keys." Jaxon extended his hand toward her, his expression cool as he watched her.
Sally blinked in surprise, clearly puzzled. "What's going on?"
Jaxon said, "Let's grab dinner tonight. We'll take your car."
Sally looked up at him curiously and asked, "Then what about your car?"
Jaxon said flatly, his expression unreadable, "Caleb is in the car. He'll drive it back later."
Sally nodded thoughtfully, then handed the car keys over to Jaxon.
As Sally opened the back door, Jaxon's deep voice called from the driver's seat, "Ride shotgun."
Her hand on the door handle froze momentarily. After a heartbeat's hesitation, she squared her shoulders and strode around the front of the car to the passenger seat.
Images of the times she spent with Jaxon kept flashing through her mind. The jarring piano and those fragmented memories from upstairs came rushing back all at once, overwhelming Sally.
For a moment, Sally was so caught up that I completely forgot to buckle my seatbelt.
A familiar masculine presence suddenly closed in on her, making the air feel heavy. As Sally looked up, she was met with Jaxon's strikingly handsome profile.
Her hand, resting on her thigh, clenched involuntarily as her heart plummeted with dread.
Sally instinctively shrank back, her voice tight with tension. "Mr. Zale, what are you doing?"
Jaxon reached over and firmly grabbed the seatbelt on her right.
In a low, teasing voice, he said, "What, you get in the front seat and forget to buckle up?"
Sally's heart suddenly jumped into her throat. She hastily snatched the seatbelt from Jaxon's hand and managed a faint smile. "I can do it myself," she said.
Their closeness made her cheeks flush instantly.
Jaxon quirked his lips in a lazy, teasing smirk and let out a low, husky chuckle. He murmured, "Mrs. Zale, what's got you so tense?"
Jaxon settled back into his seat and buckled up with practiced ease.
"Me? Nervous?" Sally shot back, forcing a casual smile. "No way. I'm totally fine."
Jaxon quirked his lips, his smile deepening, but he remained silent.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Sally froze at the sight before her. Jaxon had brought her to an upscale restaurant.
'This place must cost several grand,' she thought. 'Good thing I made around 26 thousand dollars from restoring that antique vase; otherwise, there's no way I could afford dinner here tonight.'
Once they were seated across from each other, Jaxon looked up at her with a gentle smile. "I wasn't sure of your preferences. Since we've never had food together, I picked this place.
"The steak here is quite good. You might want to try it. If you like it, you could bring Lillian next time."
"Okay," Sally said. She nodded gently, unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips.
The steak had just been served, and Sally had barely taken two bites when a shrill voice suddenly cut through the air. "Sally? Jaxon?"
Sally looked up at the sound, her brows instinctively furrowing when she saw the man standing before her.
'Ugh, these two again? Can't go anywhere without running into them. What a pain,' she wondered.
Jaxon followed her gaze and slowly lifted his eyelids. When he saw Brad and Lena standing nearby, the usual shimmer in his eyes instantly turned ice-cold.
Jaxon set down his knife and fork, sounding deliberately casual. "Well, Brad, fancy running into you here."
Before Brad could respond, Lena suddenly cut in, her voice sharp with disbelief, "Mr. Zale, what are you doing having dinner with her? Just the two of you?"
Jaxon curled his lips into a cold smirk, his smile growing more languid. "Steak is meant for two, not three. I'm not one for crowds or certain tastes."
Everyone caught the underlying meaning. A casual remark that thinly veiled his jab at Brad and Lena's relationship.
"Sally, come with me. We need to talk," Brad said, his tone urgent. Before Sally could react, Brad seized her wrist and yanked her up from the chair.
"Brad?" Jaxon picked up a napkin and dabbed his lips with deliberate grace before setting it down slowly, every movement exuding effortless elegance.
Brad suddenly froze mid-motion, still gripping Sally's hand, his steps coming to an abrupt halt.
Sally looked toward the source of the sound and saw a terrifying fury blazing in Jaxon's striking phoenix eyes.
"Jaxon, Sally is my wife. Surely you're not trying to stop me from having a private word with my own spouse?" Brad's eyes darkened, his gaze toward Jaxon now stripped of its usual warmth and laced with icy disdain.
"What exactly shouldn't Lena and I hear?" Jaxon's gaze swept over both of them, then lingered pointedly on Lena.
Lena seemed to catch on but feigned innocence, pressing eagerly, "That's right, Brad. Why don't you just say whatever it is right here?"
"I can't say this in front of you two. This is between us as a couple," Brad said, his voice dropping low.
Having remained silent until now, Sally instinctively wrenched her hand free from Brad's grasp and strode purposefully toward the restroom. "Let's get this over with. Don't ruin my dinner."Sally snapped, "Let's get this over with. Don't ruin my dinner."
Brad quickly followed, his face darkening like a thundercloud.
Jaxon watched their retreating figures, a slight frown creasing his brow.
Lena stood off to the side, her fingers unconsciously clenching at her sides, her chest heaving with barely contained fury.
Sally was walking ahead, but just as she neared the end of the corridor, Brad abruptly seized her wrist and dragged her toward the emergency exit.
The door slammed shut with a resounding crash, the noise echoing through the stairwell.
Sally spun around and glared at him. "What the hell are you doing?"
Brad slammed her against the wall, his eyes especially dark. "Why were you having dinner alone with Jaxon?"
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