Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 178: Chapter 178
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Hearing a sudden movement behind him, Jaxon instinctively turned his head to see what was going on.
Upon seeing the man walk in, Brad's eyes widened in shock. He blurted out, "Jaxon? What brings you here?"
Jaxon strode forward and yanked Brad away, his eyes glinting with cold fury. "How dare you pull this stunt in broad daylight? Have you lost your damn mind?"
Sally quickly rose from the treatment table, her eyes rimmed red as she looked between Jaxon and Brad.
For some reason, the moment Sally saw Jaxon, a sudden sense of being wronged welled up inside her and just wouldn't go away.
Brad tried to explain, "I didn't mean to do anything to her."
Jaxon growled, his piercing gaze turning glacial, "Get out. Now."
Brad met Jaxon's icy stare, but suddenly thought better of arguing. Without another word, he stormed out, frustration written all over his face.
As Brad reached the doorway, it suddenly hit him. Brad stopped dead in his tracks. 'We're still married, so what if something happened between us? Why the hell should I have to explain myself to him?' he thought, annoyed.
Brad turned back and met Jaxon's still-icy gaze, but ultimately swallowed her words and chose to remain silent.
Bang. The clinic's front door slammed shut with a bang.
Jaxon walked to the door and pulled the treatment room door shut behind him.
Glancing back, Jaxon saw that Sally had already turned away, fiddling with the medical tools in her hands.
"You've got nerves of steel, Sally. Brad just bullied you, and now, you're calmly tidying up like nothing ever happened," Jaxon said.
Jaxon strode over and sat on the treatment bed, pulling out a cigarette with practiced ease. After lighting up, he took a deep drag and turned to face her.
Sally's hands faltered slightly as she arranged the jars, keeping her eyes downcast. "He just wanted to see the scar on my back. He probably sent someone to investigate my time in prison, found out about the scar, and came here just to verify it."
"Getting divorced, yet he still comes over to check on this?" Jaxon let out a low, husky chuckle. "Still carrying a torch for you?"
Sally lifted her eyelids and gave Jaxon a detached, sidelong glance.
Jaxon flicked the ash from his cigarette, smoke curling around his chiseled features as a dangerously charming smile played on his lips.
Sally didn't answer him. Instead, she snatched the cigarette from his lips and shot him a look. "Didn't you see the No Smoking sign right at the door, Mr. Zale?"
Jaxon flashed a teasing smile. "Every time I'm here, my eyes are only on you. How could I possibly notice anything else around us?"
Sally's heart just skipped a beat at his words, her lashes fluttering as she tried to steady herself.
Jaxon took the cigarette from her hand, dropped it to the floor, and stomped it out. In the next instant, he suddenly rose to his feet and swept Sally into a tight embrace.
His broad right hand slipped directly beneath her clothing, landing precisely on the scar on her back.
Apparently, he'd noticed the scar on her back long ago, but had never once mentioned it.
Her body gave an involuntary shudder when his warm palm made contact with the cool skin of her back.
"Mr. Zale?" She instinctively swallowed hard, then looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes full of tension.
Jaxon looked down at her, his eyes flickering with tenderness. He said softly, "I've always wanted to ask—how did you get that scar? But I was afraid I'd bring up something that would hurt you, so I never dared to ask."
'And here I thought he didn't care one bit,' Sally thought. 'So that's it. All along, he was just afraid that remembering the past would hurt me?'
When Sally remained silent, Jaxon suddenly withdrew his hand and then released her. "It's fine if you'd rather not talk about it. Really, it's okay," he said softly.
Sally turned away and resumed arranging the jars.
After a long silence, Sally finally replied softly, "It happened during shower time. Another inmate poured boiling water on me. I didn't get any treatment in time, so that's how I got the scar."
The wound agonized her for days and nights, leaving her with a high fever that just wouldn't break. It wasn't until Sienna brought her medicine that her condition finally began to improve.
"That must've hurt, huh?" Jaxon looked up at her, a trace of concern flickering in his eyes.
Sally managed a weak smile, then suddenly gave a small laugh. "It's all in the past now. Honestly, I don't even remember it anymore."
Her tone was coldly indifferent, yet to Jaxon, standing beside her, it carried an unmistakable note of bitter resignation.
Suddenly, Jaxon stood up, came up behind Sally, and gently wrapped his arms around her.
Sally's hands froze mid-motion as she arranged the jars, her back going rigid for an instant.
Jaxon leaned down slightly, moving closer without a moment's hesitation. Through the thin fabric of her shirt, he planted a gentle kiss right on her scar.
Sally's heart started racing wildly again at that moment. Right now, her emotions were a tangled mess, impossible to put into words.
For just a split second, she wondered, 'Could Jaxon actually have feelings for me, even just a little?'
But then again, she thought, 'How utterly ridiculous.
"You won't have to suffer like this ever again." Jaxon straightened up, then suddenly leaned in close behind her, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke in the gentlest tone imaginable. As he finished, he pressed a tender kiss to her earlobe.
A jolt of electricity surged through Sally's body, leaving her legs inexplicably weak.
Spinning around, Sally quickly deflected, "Why did you suddenly show up?"
Jaxon sat back down on the treatment bed. "Just passing by and thought I'd drop in to see you," he said. "When is Finn leaving?"
"I don't know. I haven't heard anything yet." Sally lowered her gaze curiously and asked, "Why the sudden interest?"
Jaxon said, his tone deadly serious, "I haven't seen Lillian in ages. I want to go visit her, but if Finn's there, I'm afraid we might not be able to keep things civil."
Sally looked at Jaxon helplessly, torn between amusement and exasperation.
She looked at Jaxon helplessly, torn between amusement and exasperation.
Jaxon teased, "Mrs. Zale, surely you can't be blind to the fact that Finn has a thing for you?"
Sally didn't want to dwell on these topics any longer. She said, "Okay, why don't you head home? I should go too."
Jaxon took her hand and said with a grin, "You still owe me a dinner, remember? No time like the present. How about today?"
Without hesitation, Sally turned him down. "Not today," she said. "Maybe next time."
Jaxon arched a brow, his expression curious as he pressed, "Any particular reason?"
Sally said, "I'm not in the mood today."
Jaxon simply smiled and said nothing, giving her a relaxed look that clearly said, "Your call."
Sally got home just after seven p.m. By the time Sally got home, Finn still hadn't returned, and Abigail had already had dinner with Lillian.
Abigail warmed up dinner and joined Sally at the table.
"Want some more?" Sally looked up at Abigail across the table, a faint smile touching her eyes.
"No." Abigail suddenly leaned in closer. "Actually, I need to talk to you about something."
Sally noticed Abigail's solemn expression, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. Sally asked, "What's up? What do you want to talk to me about?"
Upon seeing the man walk in, Brad's eyes widened in shock. He blurted out, "Jaxon? What brings you here?"
Jaxon strode forward and yanked Brad away, his eyes glinting with cold fury. "How dare you pull this stunt in broad daylight? Have you lost your damn mind?"
Sally quickly rose from the treatment table, her eyes rimmed red as she looked between Jaxon and Brad.
For some reason, the moment Sally saw Jaxon, a sudden sense of being wronged welled up inside her and just wouldn't go away.
Brad tried to explain, "I didn't mean to do anything to her."
Jaxon growled, his piercing gaze turning glacial, "Get out. Now."
Brad met Jaxon's icy stare, but suddenly thought better of arguing. Without another word, he stormed out, frustration written all over his face.
As Brad reached the doorway, it suddenly hit him. Brad stopped dead in his tracks. 'We're still married, so what if something happened between us? Why the hell should I have to explain myself to him?' he thought, annoyed.
Brad turned back and met Jaxon's still-icy gaze, but ultimately swallowed her words and chose to remain silent.
Bang. The clinic's front door slammed shut with a bang.
Jaxon walked to the door and pulled the treatment room door shut behind him.
Glancing back, Jaxon saw that Sally had already turned away, fiddling with the medical tools in her hands.
"You've got nerves of steel, Sally. Brad just bullied you, and now, you're calmly tidying up like nothing ever happened," Jaxon said.
Jaxon strode over and sat on the treatment bed, pulling out a cigarette with practiced ease. After lighting up, he took a deep drag and turned to face her.
Sally's hands faltered slightly as she arranged the jars, keeping her eyes downcast. "He just wanted to see the scar on my back. He probably sent someone to investigate my time in prison, found out about the scar, and came here just to verify it."
"Getting divorced, yet he still comes over to check on this?" Jaxon let out a low, husky chuckle. "Still carrying a torch for you?"
Sally lifted her eyelids and gave Jaxon a detached, sidelong glance.
Jaxon flicked the ash from his cigarette, smoke curling around his chiseled features as a dangerously charming smile played on his lips.
Sally didn't answer him. Instead, she snatched the cigarette from his lips and shot him a look. "Didn't you see the No Smoking sign right at the door, Mr. Zale?"
Jaxon flashed a teasing smile. "Every time I'm here, my eyes are only on you. How could I possibly notice anything else around us?"
Sally's heart just skipped a beat at his words, her lashes fluttering as she tried to steady herself.
Jaxon took the cigarette from her hand, dropped it to the floor, and stomped it out. In the next instant, he suddenly rose to his feet and swept Sally into a tight embrace.
His broad right hand slipped directly beneath her clothing, landing precisely on the scar on her back.
Apparently, he'd noticed the scar on her back long ago, but had never once mentioned it.
Her body gave an involuntary shudder when his warm palm made contact with the cool skin of her back.
"Mr. Zale?" She instinctively swallowed hard, then looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes full of tension.
Jaxon looked down at her, his eyes flickering with tenderness. He said softly, "I've always wanted to ask—how did you get that scar? But I was afraid I'd bring up something that would hurt you, so I never dared to ask."
'And here I thought he didn't care one bit,' Sally thought. 'So that's it. All along, he was just afraid that remembering the past would hurt me?'
When Sally remained silent, Jaxon suddenly withdrew his hand and then released her. "It's fine if you'd rather not talk about it. Really, it's okay," he said softly.
Sally turned away and resumed arranging the jars.
After a long silence, Sally finally replied softly, "It happened during shower time. Another inmate poured boiling water on me. I didn't get any treatment in time, so that's how I got the scar."
The wound agonized her for days and nights, leaving her with a high fever that just wouldn't break. It wasn't until Sienna brought her medicine that her condition finally began to improve.
"That must've hurt, huh?" Jaxon looked up at her, a trace of concern flickering in his eyes.
Sally managed a weak smile, then suddenly gave a small laugh. "It's all in the past now. Honestly, I don't even remember it anymore."
Her tone was coldly indifferent, yet to Jaxon, standing beside her, it carried an unmistakable note of bitter resignation.
Suddenly, Jaxon stood up, came up behind Sally, and gently wrapped his arms around her.
Sally's hands froze mid-motion as she arranged the jars, her back going rigid for an instant.
Jaxon leaned down slightly, moving closer without a moment's hesitation. Through the thin fabric of her shirt, he planted a gentle kiss right on her scar.
Sally's heart started racing wildly again at that moment. Right now, her emotions were a tangled mess, impossible to put into words.
For just a split second, she wondered, 'Could Jaxon actually have feelings for me, even just a little?'
But then again, she thought, 'How utterly ridiculous.
"You won't have to suffer like this ever again." Jaxon straightened up, then suddenly leaned in close behind her, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke in the gentlest tone imaginable. As he finished, he pressed a tender kiss to her earlobe.
A jolt of electricity surged through Sally's body, leaving her legs inexplicably weak.
Spinning around, Sally quickly deflected, "Why did you suddenly show up?"
Jaxon sat back down on the treatment bed. "Just passing by and thought I'd drop in to see you," he said. "When is Finn leaving?"
"I don't know. I haven't heard anything yet." Sally lowered her gaze curiously and asked, "Why the sudden interest?"
Jaxon said, his tone deadly serious, "I haven't seen Lillian in ages. I want to go visit her, but if Finn's there, I'm afraid we might not be able to keep things civil."
Sally looked at Jaxon helplessly, torn between amusement and exasperation.
She looked at Jaxon helplessly, torn between amusement and exasperation.
Jaxon teased, "Mrs. Zale, surely you can't be blind to the fact that Finn has a thing for you?"
Sally didn't want to dwell on these topics any longer. She said, "Okay, why don't you head home? I should go too."
Jaxon took her hand and said with a grin, "You still owe me a dinner, remember? No time like the present. How about today?"
Without hesitation, Sally turned him down. "Not today," she said. "Maybe next time."
Jaxon arched a brow, his expression curious as he pressed, "Any particular reason?"
Sally said, "I'm not in the mood today."
Jaxon simply smiled and said nothing, giving her a relaxed look that clearly said, "Your call."
Sally got home just after seven p.m. By the time Sally got home, Finn still hadn't returned, and Abigail had already had dinner with Lillian.
Abigail warmed up dinner and joined Sally at the table.
"Want some more?" Sally looked up at Abigail across the table, a faint smile touching her eyes.
"No." Abigail suddenly leaned in closer. "Actually, I need to talk to you about something."
Sally noticed Abigail's solemn expression, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. Sally asked, "What's up? What do you want to talk to me about?"
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