Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 116: Chapter 116
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She had already braced herself for this, so now her expression managed to remain unchanged.
"Mr. Zale, who are you trying to ask me about?"
She curved her lips into a gentle, knowing smile after calming down.
Jaxon held the glass, twirling it in his hands patiently.
With a measured pause, he asked, "Do you know someone called Hazel?"
Sally's heart skipped a beat before racing wildly.
"I can't say I know her personally—I've just heard the name," She said with deliberation, "I talked about her with Caleb before. Apparently, she's a crystalware master, quite well-known in the industry."
"So you don't know her at all."
Jaxon stared at her calm face, nodding thoughtfully, his eyes trying to search for any telltale flicker of emotion.
But to his frustration, her expression was perfectly unreadable.
"Sally, I remember you once mentioned you had other business ventures. Are any of them related to crystalware, by any chance?"
His tone was cautious as he still tried to fish for more information.
Sally's fingers suddenly tightened around the glass, which didn't escape Jaxon's notice.
But then she set down her cup elegantly and looked into his eyes with feigned casual curiosity. "Mr. Zale, why all this probing? You'll know when the time is right."
Jaxon made no comment. He rose abruptly and strode straight toward her, closing the distance between them and staring into her eyes.
He demanded with an icy tone, "Then tell me—when exactly is the right time?"
In the next moment, he suddenly braced his hand on the back of the sofa and boxed her in.
Totally unprepared, Sally instinctively dodged, her entire body pressing against the sofa.
The sudden closeness made her heart race with nerves, memories of their past intimacy flooding her mind.
Gulping nervously, she stammered, "Mr. Zale, don't get so close to me..."
"What are you so nervous about?" he pressed, grasping her chin with his well-defined fingers. "Sally, are you hiding something from me?"
"Mr. Zale," Sally tried to remain calm, "considering our relationship, I'm not obligated to tell you everything, am I?"
Her brows furrowed as she pressed her hand against his chest, trying to push him away.
Jaxon grabbed her wrist. "Even if we've never made it official, do we really need to?"
Sally knew exactly what he meant.
To him, they were already an item.
But she knew full well that admitting anything now would put her in grave danger—and worse, drag Jaxon down with her.
So she composed herself and managed a faint smile. "Mr. Zale, what exactly is our relationship?"
This made his fingers dig harder into her chin.
Then, suddenly brushing a stray lock from her temple, he lowered his voice to a dangerous murmur, "We've done everything and then some, and now you tell me there's nothing between us? You're really good at washing your hands of me, aren't you?"
Sally wanted to refute, but when she lifted her gaze and met his piercing eyes, she felt like those eyes cut deep into her soul and threw her heart into an abyss.
In the end, she just bit her lower lip, refusing to utter a single word.
Jaxon suddenly yanked her up from the sofa. In the very instant, Sally remembered the crystal hairpins in her pocket, which a hug would expose.
So she thrust out her hands to block his chest.
"Mr. Zale, please don't," she said with a pleading look.
A faint frown flickered across Jaxon's brow when he caught it.
This was the first time she ever resisted him like this. A surge of irritation rose within him and made him explode with anger.
"Why? You're just going to sleep with me and then leave?" He shouted with a raised voice but was then forced shut by her slim hand.
"Mr. Zale, stop. Lillian and Abigail are upstairs!" She warned with panic.
Being so close, Jaxon suddenly noticed something hard in her pocket.
Instinctively, he reached out. "What's in your pocket?"
But Sally had stepped back before he could even reach into her pocket.
Her reaction made him frown. "What are you hiding in there? Why so secretive?"
"Nothing," Sally gently pulled him toward the door. "It's getting late, Mr. Zale. You'd better head home and rest."
But as they reached the door, Jaxon suddenly turned back and shot her a sharp look. "Was it a gift from another man?"
Sally froze for a moment.
It was the first time she realized just how suspicious Jaxon could be.
Ever since they'd been intimate, though they hadn't made things official, his possessiveness toward her had only grown stronger.
"Not really," Sally assured him. "You're overthinking it."
Noticing her reluctance to elaborate, Jaxon held back from asking any further questions.
At the door, she waved at him. "Drive safe."
Jaxon gave her a lingering look before striding away.
Only then did Sally shut the door and finally let out a long breath of relief. 'Thank God that's over,' she thought.
The next morning, Jaxon texted Hazel, asking where to send the Madonna Locket.
Sally received the message on her subcard and messaged Abigail's friend's address, then she called Abigail to arrange for her friend to sign for the delivery.
She had barely hung up the phone when a familiar voice came from behind, "Sally, we need to talk."
At the sound, she turned and saw the man standing there.
It was Brad, his face dark, his eyes cold as ice as he stared at her.
Sally scanned him with a frosty glance, her tone icy. "What's left for us to talk about?"
She guessed the crystal hairpins brought him here.
So the confrontation was just inevitable.
Brad said nothing but seized her arm and marched her straight to the lounge.
"What are you doing? I have patients waiting for me—" Sally resisted.
But Brad cut in sharply before she could finish, "We talk now!"
With that, he slammed the door shut with a resounding bang.
The loud sound echoed through every corner of the room.
Retreating into a further corner, Sally raised her chin and said coldly, "Spit it out then."
"You're behind that stunt on the antique appraisal show, aren't you?"
Brad demanded, his face turning grim as he closed in on her.
Sally didn't dodge but let out a low, mocking chuckle. "Couldn't even wait a day, Mr. Zale? It only happened yesterday, and here you are already rushing to confront me?"
Brad lowered his voice to a dangerous growl. "So you admit it was you?"
"Mr. Zale, who are you trying to ask me about?"
She curved her lips into a gentle, knowing smile after calming down.
Jaxon held the glass, twirling it in his hands patiently.
With a measured pause, he asked, "Do you know someone called Hazel?"
Sally's heart skipped a beat before racing wildly.
"I can't say I know her personally—I've just heard the name," She said with deliberation, "I talked about her with Caleb before. Apparently, she's a crystalware master, quite well-known in the industry."
"So you don't know her at all."
Jaxon stared at her calm face, nodding thoughtfully, his eyes trying to search for any telltale flicker of emotion.
But to his frustration, her expression was perfectly unreadable.
"Sally, I remember you once mentioned you had other business ventures. Are any of them related to crystalware, by any chance?"
His tone was cautious as he still tried to fish for more information.
Sally's fingers suddenly tightened around the glass, which didn't escape Jaxon's notice.
But then she set down her cup elegantly and looked into his eyes with feigned casual curiosity. "Mr. Zale, why all this probing? You'll know when the time is right."
Jaxon made no comment. He rose abruptly and strode straight toward her, closing the distance between them and staring into her eyes.
He demanded with an icy tone, "Then tell me—when exactly is the right time?"
In the next moment, he suddenly braced his hand on the back of the sofa and boxed her in.
Totally unprepared, Sally instinctively dodged, her entire body pressing against the sofa.
The sudden closeness made her heart race with nerves, memories of their past intimacy flooding her mind.
Gulping nervously, she stammered, "Mr. Zale, don't get so close to me..."
"What are you so nervous about?" he pressed, grasping her chin with his well-defined fingers. "Sally, are you hiding something from me?"
"Mr. Zale," Sally tried to remain calm, "considering our relationship, I'm not obligated to tell you everything, am I?"
Her brows furrowed as she pressed her hand against his chest, trying to push him away.
Jaxon grabbed her wrist. "Even if we've never made it official, do we really need to?"
Sally knew exactly what he meant.
To him, they were already an item.
But she knew full well that admitting anything now would put her in grave danger—and worse, drag Jaxon down with her.
So she composed herself and managed a faint smile. "Mr. Zale, what exactly is our relationship?"
This made his fingers dig harder into her chin.
Then, suddenly brushing a stray lock from her temple, he lowered his voice to a dangerous murmur, "We've done everything and then some, and now you tell me there's nothing between us? You're really good at washing your hands of me, aren't you?"
Sally wanted to refute, but when she lifted her gaze and met his piercing eyes, she felt like those eyes cut deep into her soul and threw her heart into an abyss.
In the end, she just bit her lower lip, refusing to utter a single word.
Jaxon suddenly yanked her up from the sofa. In the very instant, Sally remembered the crystal hairpins in her pocket, which a hug would expose.
So she thrust out her hands to block his chest.
"Mr. Zale, please don't," she said with a pleading look.
A faint frown flickered across Jaxon's brow when he caught it.
This was the first time she ever resisted him like this. A surge of irritation rose within him and made him explode with anger.
"Why? You're just going to sleep with me and then leave?" He shouted with a raised voice but was then forced shut by her slim hand.
"Mr. Zale, stop. Lillian and Abigail are upstairs!" She warned with panic.
Being so close, Jaxon suddenly noticed something hard in her pocket.
Instinctively, he reached out. "What's in your pocket?"
But Sally had stepped back before he could even reach into her pocket.
Her reaction made him frown. "What are you hiding in there? Why so secretive?"
"Nothing," Sally gently pulled him toward the door. "It's getting late, Mr. Zale. You'd better head home and rest."
But as they reached the door, Jaxon suddenly turned back and shot her a sharp look. "Was it a gift from another man?"
Sally froze for a moment.
It was the first time she realized just how suspicious Jaxon could be.
Ever since they'd been intimate, though they hadn't made things official, his possessiveness toward her had only grown stronger.
"Not really," Sally assured him. "You're overthinking it."
Noticing her reluctance to elaborate, Jaxon held back from asking any further questions.
At the door, she waved at him. "Drive safe."
Jaxon gave her a lingering look before striding away.
Only then did Sally shut the door and finally let out a long breath of relief. 'Thank God that's over,' she thought.
The next morning, Jaxon texted Hazel, asking where to send the Madonna Locket.
Sally received the message on her subcard and messaged Abigail's friend's address, then she called Abigail to arrange for her friend to sign for the delivery.
She had barely hung up the phone when a familiar voice came from behind, "Sally, we need to talk."
At the sound, she turned and saw the man standing there.
It was Brad, his face dark, his eyes cold as ice as he stared at her.
Sally scanned him with a frosty glance, her tone icy. "What's left for us to talk about?"
She guessed the crystal hairpins brought him here.
So the confrontation was just inevitable.
Brad said nothing but seized her arm and marched her straight to the lounge.
"What are you doing? I have patients waiting for me—" Sally resisted.
But Brad cut in sharply before she could finish, "We talk now!"
With that, he slammed the door shut with a resounding bang.
The loud sound echoed through every corner of the room.
Retreating into a further corner, Sally raised her chin and said coldly, "Spit it out then."
"You're behind that stunt on the antique appraisal show, aren't you?"
Brad demanded, his face turning grim as he closed in on her.
Sally didn't dodge but let out a low, mocking chuckle. "Couldn't even wait a day, Mr. Zale? It only happened yesterday, and here you are already rushing to confront me?"
Brad lowered his voice to a dangerous growl. "So you admit it was you?"
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