Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 141: Chapter 141
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Jaxon pulled open the hotel room door and led her inside.
But as soon as Sally took in her surroundings, she froze.
Jaxon glanced back, a note of confusion in his voice. "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Zale, this isn't right," she said, her voice wavering. "Us sleeping together... please don't make this difficult for me."
Sally took a few involuntary steps back, and Jaxon's hand, which had been resting on her back, fell away.
His brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? How am I making this difficult?"
"I'm still married," she whispered. "I can't sleep with you... "
It wasn't that Sally didn't want to, but she couldn't get past the wall she'd built around her heart.
After what had happened earlier that evening, she was more uncertain than ever about who he truly loved. Was it Kendall Harper?
Besides, her divorce from Brad wasn't final. No matter how she looked at it, this was wrong.
"Have you forgotten?" Jaxon started, his voice low. "What already happened between us-"
"Mr. Zale," she cut in sharply, "I was drunk last time. That's why it happened. I'm sober now. Please, respect my decision."
With that, Sally turned to leave, intending to go back to the other room.
But Jaxon's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
A deep voice sounded by her ear. "We don't have to sleep together. But we can share the room, can't we?"
Sally instinctively turned to look at him and saw a flicker of restraint in the depths of his eyes.
She looked around the room, bewildered. "There's only one bed. How is that supposed to work?"
Jaxon released her hand and gestured toward the sofa.
Sally's eyebrows knitted together. "You're not actually suggesting I sleep on the couch, are you?"
He seemed taken aback for a moment before replying, "What kind of monster do you think I am? I wouldn't make you sleep on a couch."
Jaxon walked over to the sofa and sat down. "I'll sleep here tonight. The bed is yours."
"Mr. Zale, you really don't have to do that! There are plenty of other rooms... "
"There are," Jaxon interrupted without hesitation, "but I want to be close to you."
Before Sally could form a reply, he stood up and headed for the bathroom.
Sally stared at his retreating back, his last words replaying in her mind.
The more she thought about them, the more intimate they sounded.
It felt almost... devoted.
A few moments later, the sound of the shower running filled the quiet room.
Feeling a bit suffocated, Sally went out onto the balcony for some air.
She sank into the soft cushions of a large lounge chair, the comfort of it a welcome relief.
Sally was truly exhausted. She only meant to look at the view for a moment, but before she knew it, she had drifted off into a deep sleep.
Half an hour later, the bathroom door clicked open.
Jaxon, wearing a robe, emerged and glanced toward the bed, but it was empty.
His first thought was that she had left.
A wave of disappointment washed over him.
It was that feeling that compelled him to scan the rest of the room. When he saw her small figure curled up on the balcony lounge chair, a faint smile touched his lips.
Jaxon tossed his towel aside and walked toward Sally.
Standing beside her, he studied her sleeping face.
It had been a long time since he'd had a chance to really look at her like this. The last time was the night they'd slept together-a memory that felt like it was from another century.
Jaxon braced his hands on either side of the chair, his gaze tracing the lines of her face.
"Don't hit me! Please, stop...
"It hurts... it hurts so much... "
The words suddenly tumbled from her lips.
Sally raised her hands instinctively to shield her head, as if warding off blows.
Seeing this, Jaxon's expression hardened.
She was having a nightmare.
It had to be a memory from prison, of other inmates beating her.
Jaxon's brow tightened, and he instinctively reached out, gently taking her wrist.
"Sally... Sally... " he murmured. "Wake up."
Jaxon tried to rouse her, but she seemed trapped deep in the nightmare. She pulled her hand away from his and curled into a tight ball, looking so fragile it made his heart ache.
A raw pang of protectiveness shot through him.
Worried Sally wouldn't be able to break free on her own, he reached out again, pulling her up from the chair and shaking her arm firmly.
With a shudder, she finally broke free from the dream.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting a gaze full of deep concern.
Jaxon saw the sheen of sweat on her forehead, and his expression softened with sympathy. "A nightmare?"
Sally swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on him as the fog of sleep slowly cleared.
The dream had been horribly vivid-back in prison, being beaten mercilessly by the other women, the feeling of her own blood filling her mouth.
All of these were harrowing experiences Sally had personally endured. She just couldn't figure out why, of all nights, they had come back to haunt her dreams tonight.
"I guess I'm just tired," she mumbled, her gaze dropping to the floor. She couldn't bring herself to look Jaxon in the eye.
For a long time after getting out, she had been afraid of people, terrified of looking them in the eye.
The nightmare had thrown her right back into that time, and the fear was a cold, suffocating blanket she couldn't shake.
Jaxon swept her up into his arms and carried her toward the bathroom.
He started running a bath and handed her a set of fresh pajamas. "Wendy bought these for you, in your size," he said softly. "Take a bath, get some sleep. Don't overthink things."
He pressed the pajamas into her hand, then turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him.
The room fell silent.
Sally looked down at the pajamas in her hand, a storm of emotions churning inside her.
'He even had pajamas ready for me... '
She couldn't figure this man out.
If he didn't care about her, why would he go to all this trouble?
But if he did... that seemed impossible.
How could a man like Jaxon Zale ever want a woman with a prison record? A woman his nephew and even his own son despised.
But as soon as Sally took in her surroundings, she froze.
Jaxon glanced back, a note of confusion in his voice. "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Zale, this isn't right," she said, her voice wavering. "Us sleeping together... please don't make this difficult for me."
Sally took a few involuntary steps back, and Jaxon's hand, which had been resting on her back, fell away.
His brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? How am I making this difficult?"
"I'm still married," she whispered. "I can't sleep with you... "
It wasn't that Sally didn't want to, but she couldn't get past the wall she'd built around her heart.
After what had happened earlier that evening, she was more uncertain than ever about who he truly loved. Was it Kendall Harper?
Besides, her divorce from Brad wasn't final. No matter how she looked at it, this was wrong.
"Have you forgotten?" Jaxon started, his voice low. "What already happened between us-"
"Mr. Zale," she cut in sharply, "I was drunk last time. That's why it happened. I'm sober now. Please, respect my decision."
With that, Sally turned to leave, intending to go back to the other room.
But Jaxon's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
A deep voice sounded by her ear. "We don't have to sleep together. But we can share the room, can't we?"
Sally instinctively turned to look at him and saw a flicker of restraint in the depths of his eyes.
She looked around the room, bewildered. "There's only one bed. How is that supposed to work?"
Jaxon released her hand and gestured toward the sofa.
Sally's eyebrows knitted together. "You're not actually suggesting I sleep on the couch, are you?"
He seemed taken aback for a moment before replying, "What kind of monster do you think I am? I wouldn't make you sleep on a couch."
Jaxon walked over to the sofa and sat down. "I'll sleep here tonight. The bed is yours."
"Mr. Zale, you really don't have to do that! There are plenty of other rooms... "
"There are," Jaxon interrupted without hesitation, "but I want to be close to you."
Before Sally could form a reply, he stood up and headed for the bathroom.
Sally stared at his retreating back, his last words replaying in her mind.
The more she thought about them, the more intimate they sounded.
It felt almost... devoted.
A few moments later, the sound of the shower running filled the quiet room.
Feeling a bit suffocated, Sally went out onto the balcony for some air.
She sank into the soft cushions of a large lounge chair, the comfort of it a welcome relief.
Sally was truly exhausted. She only meant to look at the view for a moment, but before she knew it, she had drifted off into a deep sleep.
Half an hour later, the bathroom door clicked open.
Jaxon, wearing a robe, emerged and glanced toward the bed, but it was empty.
His first thought was that she had left.
A wave of disappointment washed over him.
It was that feeling that compelled him to scan the rest of the room. When he saw her small figure curled up on the balcony lounge chair, a faint smile touched his lips.
Jaxon tossed his towel aside and walked toward Sally.
Standing beside her, he studied her sleeping face.
It had been a long time since he'd had a chance to really look at her like this. The last time was the night they'd slept together-a memory that felt like it was from another century.
Jaxon braced his hands on either side of the chair, his gaze tracing the lines of her face.
"Don't hit me! Please, stop...
"It hurts... it hurts so much... "
The words suddenly tumbled from her lips.
Sally raised her hands instinctively to shield her head, as if warding off blows.
Seeing this, Jaxon's expression hardened.
She was having a nightmare.
It had to be a memory from prison, of other inmates beating her.
Jaxon's brow tightened, and he instinctively reached out, gently taking her wrist.
"Sally... Sally... " he murmured. "Wake up."
Jaxon tried to rouse her, but she seemed trapped deep in the nightmare. She pulled her hand away from his and curled into a tight ball, looking so fragile it made his heart ache.
A raw pang of protectiveness shot through him.
Worried Sally wouldn't be able to break free on her own, he reached out again, pulling her up from the chair and shaking her arm firmly.
With a shudder, she finally broke free from the dream.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting a gaze full of deep concern.
Jaxon saw the sheen of sweat on her forehead, and his expression softened with sympathy. "A nightmare?"
Sally swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on him as the fog of sleep slowly cleared.
The dream had been horribly vivid-back in prison, being beaten mercilessly by the other women, the feeling of her own blood filling her mouth.
All of these were harrowing experiences Sally had personally endured. She just couldn't figure out why, of all nights, they had come back to haunt her dreams tonight.
"I guess I'm just tired," she mumbled, her gaze dropping to the floor. She couldn't bring herself to look Jaxon in the eye.
For a long time after getting out, she had been afraid of people, terrified of looking them in the eye.
The nightmare had thrown her right back into that time, and the fear was a cold, suffocating blanket she couldn't shake.
Jaxon swept her up into his arms and carried her toward the bathroom.
He started running a bath and handed her a set of fresh pajamas. "Wendy bought these for you, in your size," he said softly. "Take a bath, get some sleep. Don't overthink things."
He pressed the pajamas into her hand, then turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him.
The room fell silent.
Sally looked down at the pajamas in her hand, a storm of emotions churning inside her.
'He even had pajamas ready for me... '
She couldn't figure this man out.
If he didn't care about her, why would he go to all this trouble?
But if he did... that seemed impossible.
How could a man like Jaxon Zale ever want a woman with a prison record? A woman his nephew and even his own son despised.
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