Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 147: Chapter 147
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"So you were dying to know, and now you're dropping it?" Jaxon's voice was a low growl, his eyes burning into hers.
Even in the dim evening light, Sally could see the anger simmering there. 'Is he mad because I stopped asking?'
She met his gaze, her own voice turning cold. "You clearly had no intention of telling me. What's the point of prying if you're just going to feed me some line?"
"Fine. What do you think we were doing, then?" His hand on her waist tightened, his fingers digging in just enough to make her wince.
Sally flinched and pushed against his chest. "Let go of me!"
Just then, the crunch of footsteps sounded nearby. Sally's heart leaped into her throat.
The sound was horribly familiar, just like Brad's gait.
"Since you're so curious, I'll tell you," Jaxon said, his tone shifting.
Seeing her glance away nervously, he reached out and cupped her jaw, forcing her to look back at him.
Sally had no choice but to meet his intense stare.
"Kendall is friends with the child's mother," he explained. "She couldn't make it to the first birthday party because of work, so she was picking out a gift to send. She asked me to deliver it."
"If she was buying the gift, why were you there?" Sally pressed.
"Because we were both getting the kid a present. She got him a silver bracelet, I got him a gold one." His voice was flat, his expression unreadable.
Sally nodded slowly. 'So that's all it was.'
A wave of relief washed over her. She'd foolishly thought they were buying engagement rings, not gifts for a baby.
The footsteps grew closer.
"Sally? Is that you?" a familiar voice called out. "Who are you with?"
Sally's back went rigid. It was Brad.
She looked up at the man in front of her. "Jaxon, can you please hide behind that big tree?"
"We're not doing anything wrong. Why should I hide?" Jaxon countered, a confused frown creasing his brow.
For some reason, the thought of Brad finding them together sent a spike of panic through Sally.
"Just do it, please! Hurry!" Sally instinctively pried his hand off her waist and shoved him toward the massive tree behind the trellis.
It was large enough to conceal a grown man completely.
Though clearly reluctant, Jaxon took a few long strides and disappeared behind the trunk.
When Brad rounded the trellis, he found Sally standing alone, facing the grapevines with a tense expression.
"What are you doing out here?" Brad asked.
"Just getting some air," Sally replied coolly, her gaze flat. "Or does that require your permission now, too, Brad?"
"I could have sworn I saw you talking to someone from over there." His eyes darted around, searching the shadows.
When his gaze drifted toward the large tree, Sally quickly stepped into his line of sight, blocking his view.
Her posture was defensive. "I came out alone. You must have been seeing things."
"You're not meeting someone out here, are you, Sally?" Brad advanced on her, forcing her to back up step by step until her back was pressed against the rough bark of the tree.
He braced a hand on the trunk next to her head, his face grim. "My people tell me you've been spending a lot of time with my uncle lately. Was that him just now?"
Fearing he would push the issue and provoke the man hiding just feet away, Sally decided to change the subject.
She glared at him, her voice sharp with anger. "What? Haven't you and your family caused enough trouble for one night? Are you looking for another fight?"
The mention of the evening's events made his expression darken.
"Don't even start with me," Sally snapped, her voice laced with fury. "Why don't you go comfort your little girlfriend instead of bothering me?"
"That's another thing I'm pissed about," Brad snarled. "You drove her away! How could she stay after that?" He suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the back entrance of the venue. "We came together, we're leaving together."
Sally glanced back over her shoulder toward the tree. Jaxon remained hidden, never once showing himself.
As their footsteps faded, Jaxon stepped out from behind the tree.
He watched them re-enter the party, his eyes locked on Brad's hand gripping Sally's arm.
Jaxon pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, the smoke swirling around his handsome, stone-cold face.
A wave of raw irritation washed over him, thick and suffocating.
Back inside, Sally saw that the party had moved into its next phase. The dinner tables had been cleared away, replaced with cocktail tables laden with desserts and drinks.
Since Brad wasn't leaving, she was stuck, relegated to a quiet corner of the hall.
After some time, she looked up and her eyes met a pair of dark, intense ones across the room.
It was Jaxon.
He was now seated in the center of the room, surrounded by several influential guests, all deep in conversation.
He kept glancing her way, and even from a distance, she could feel the fury rolling off him.
'He's livid that I made him hide,' Sally thought, quickly looking away.
As she decided to head for the restroom, her phone buzzed in her purse.
She pulled it out and saw a text from Jaxon.
"At the entrance. Now."
The short words made Sally hand tremble.
She looked back toward the center of the hall, but he was already gone.
Her eyes darted around, finally landing on Brad.
He was completely absorbed in a business discussion with two other men.
He probably wouldn't even notice if she left.
Sally quickly slipped her phone back into her purse and made her way toward the main doors.
Outside, a familiar Maybach was parked at the curb, and through the tinted glass, she could see a familiar silhouette waiting in the seat.
Even in the dim evening light, Sally could see the anger simmering there. 'Is he mad because I stopped asking?'
She met his gaze, her own voice turning cold. "You clearly had no intention of telling me. What's the point of prying if you're just going to feed me some line?"
"Fine. What do you think we were doing, then?" His hand on her waist tightened, his fingers digging in just enough to make her wince.
Sally flinched and pushed against his chest. "Let go of me!"
Just then, the crunch of footsteps sounded nearby. Sally's heart leaped into her throat.
The sound was horribly familiar, just like Brad's gait.
"Since you're so curious, I'll tell you," Jaxon said, his tone shifting.
Seeing her glance away nervously, he reached out and cupped her jaw, forcing her to look back at him.
Sally had no choice but to meet his intense stare.
"Kendall is friends with the child's mother," he explained. "She couldn't make it to the first birthday party because of work, so she was picking out a gift to send. She asked me to deliver it."
"If she was buying the gift, why were you there?" Sally pressed.
"Because we were both getting the kid a present. She got him a silver bracelet, I got him a gold one." His voice was flat, his expression unreadable.
Sally nodded slowly. 'So that's all it was.'
A wave of relief washed over her. She'd foolishly thought they were buying engagement rings, not gifts for a baby.
The footsteps grew closer.
"Sally? Is that you?" a familiar voice called out. "Who are you with?"
Sally's back went rigid. It was Brad.
She looked up at the man in front of her. "Jaxon, can you please hide behind that big tree?"
"We're not doing anything wrong. Why should I hide?" Jaxon countered, a confused frown creasing his brow.
For some reason, the thought of Brad finding them together sent a spike of panic through Sally.
"Just do it, please! Hurry!" Sally instinctively pried his hand off her waist and shoved him toward the massive tree behind the trellis.
It was large enough to conceal a grown man completely.
Though clearly reluctant, Jaxon took a few long strides and disappeared behind the trunk.
When Brad rounded the trellis, he found Sally standing alone, facing the grapevines with a tense expression.
"What are you doing out here?" Brad asked.
"Just getting some air," Sally replied coolly, her gaze flat. "Or does that require your permission now, too, Brad?"
"I could have sworn I saw you talking to someone from over there." His eyes darted around, searching the shadows.
When his gaze drifted toward the large tree, Sally quickly stepped into his line of sight, blocking his view.
Her posture was defensive. "I came out alone. You must have been seeing things."
"You're not meeting someone out here, are you, Sally?" Brad advanced on her, forcing her to back up step by step until her back was pressed against the rough bark of the tree.
He braced a hand on the trunk next to her head, his face grim. "My people tell me you've been spending a lot of time with my uncle lately. Was that him just now?"
Fearing he would push the issue and provoke the man hiding just feet away, Sally decided to change the subject.
She glared at him, her voice sharp with anger. "What? Haven't you and your family caused enough trouble for one night? Are you looking for another fight?"
The mention of the evening's events made his expression darken.
"Don't even start with me," Sally snapped, her voice laced with fury. "Why don't you go comfort your little girlfriend instead of bothering me?"
"That's another thing I'm pissed about," Brad snarled. "You drove her away! How could she stay after that?" He suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the back entrance of the venue. "We came together, we're leaving together."
Sally glanced back over her shoulder toward the tree. Jaxon remained hidden, never once showing himself.
As their footsteps faded, Jaxon stepped out from behind the tree.
He watched them re-enter the party, his eyes locked on Brad's hand gripping Sally's arm.
Jaxon pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, the smoke swirling around his handsome, stone-cold face.
A wave of raw irritation washed over him, thick and suffocating.
Back inside, Sally saw that the party had moved into its next phase. The dinner tables had been cleared away, replaced with cocktail tables laden with desserts and drinks.
Since Brad wasn't leaving, she was stuck, relegated to a quiet corner of the hall.
After some time, she looked up and her eyes met a pair of dark, intense ones across the room.
It was Jaxon.
He was now seated in the center of the room, surrounded by several influential guests, all deep in conversation.
He kept glancing her way, and even from a distance, she could feel the fury rolling off him.
'He's livid that I made him hide,' Sally thought, quickly looking away.
As she decided to head for the restroom, her phone buzzed in her purse.
She pulled it out and saw a text from Jaxon.
"At the entrance. Now."
The short words made Sally hand tremble.
She looked back toward the center of the hall, but he was already gone.
Her eyes darted around, finally landing on Brad.
He was completely absorbed in a business discussion with two other men.
He probably wouldn't even notice if she left.
Sally quickly slipped her phone back into her purse and made her way toward the main doors.
Outside, a familiar Maybach was parked at the curb, and through the tinted glass, she could see a familiar silhouette waiting in the seat.
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