Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 77: Chapter 77
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Sally shot Jaxon a sidelong glance, her eyes meeting his mesmerizing gaze. 'He has someone he loves—so how could he say something like that to me?' she thought.
Sally said, "Still, I just think sex should be between two people who actually love each other. Anyway, I'm going to pretend none of this ever happened—"
Before she even finished, Jaxon grabbed her jaw in a flash. His voice dropped, low and cold. "You seriously think you can act like nothing happened, when I've already seen every inch of your body?"
"I can. And I hope you can too." Sally's tone was utterly frosty, betraying no emotion whatsoever.
Jaxon let out a dark chuckle. "I never imagined you could be so magnanimous, Mrs. Zale. Tell me, how do you think Brad would react if he found out about this?"
Sally swatted his hand away and scrambled upright on the bed.
Jaxon had no choice but to sit up as well, settling on the edge of the bed. His gaze bore into Sally with quiet intensity.
"Don't tell Brad about this." A flicker of tension flashed across Sally's face.
"Beg me or kiss me. Pick one."
Sally caught a dangerously playful smirk playing across Jaxon's face. Her stomach sank. If she kissed him first, it would blur the line even more.
The kiss earlier—she could chalk that up to chaos. But now? Now she was clear-headed. No way she'd go there again. And if Brad ever found out, there was no way he'd let it go. He might even twist the whole thing to stall the divorce.
Plus, if she walked out of this room and someone saw her, there'd be no explaining her way out. She didn't want things to go down like that. Not when she was clearly the one stuck on the low ground here. Backing off a little might not be the worst move.
"I'm begging—"
But Jaxon cut her off before the words even finished leaving her mouth. "I always thought you had a real backbone. When we were digging into that mess at the clinic, you handled things like a pro. So why do you shrink like this when it comes to me?"
"Mr. Zale." Sally sneered. "What choice do I have but to beg you?"
"I offered you a way out, but you threw it back in my face."
He started to get up, but Sally spoke. "I have no right to kiss you. And no reason to, either. There's nothing going on between us, so do me a favor and quit saying crap like that."
"After all those kisses, you still claim there's nothing between us?"
Sally swallowed hard. But she had no real answer. She just wanted out. Far away from this man.
"Sally," Jaxon said slowly, "if I hadn't held back just now, you think you'd have just walked out of that bathroom?"
Then, just like that, his hand snapped around her neck. Not tight enough to hurt—but firm. "You lit the match, and now you think you can walk away without getting burned?"
Sally stared at him in silence, not uttering a word.
Jaxon gave her a penetrating look, then said coldly, "Stay here tonight. I'll have someone send you home in the morning."
Before she could even respond, he let go, got off the bed, and walked out without another word. Sally watched his back disappear through the door, and her eyes darkened.
A few minutes later, she heard the door open and close in the room next door. 'He's staying over there tonight,' she thought. 'He's not coming back.'
Sally got up fast, walked straight to the door, and locked it tight without a second thought. Just to be safe, she yanked the curtains shut and made sure every inch of the window was covered. 'Finally,' she thought. 'Now maybe I'll actually sleep tonight.'
After today's ordeal, Sally was utterly exhausted. Just then, her phone—left on the table—suddenly started ringing, shattering the silence. To her surprise, Brad's name appeared on the screen.
'Brad must have gone back to the Orchard Villa tonight,' Sally thought, 'since the bedroom next door has remained completely quiet. Good, that means I won't have to worry about running into him in the morning.'
The phone kept ringing, over and over. But she had no intention of answering. After two full rounds of calls, the line finally went dead. Sally shut her eyes slowly, and let herself drift off.
The next morning, Sally woke up at 7 a.m. After freshening up, there was a knock at the door. Opening the door, she found Caleb standing outside.
Caleb whispered to her, "Mrs. Zale, Mr. Zale sent me to take you to the clinic. Are you ready to go now?" The housekeeper wasn't up yet—this was the perfect window to slip out unnoticed.
"Ready." Sally nodded and followed Caleb out. After getting in the car, Sally glanced curiously at the front passenger seat. "Aren't we waiting for Mr. Zale to leave with us?"
"Mr. Zale probably won't be leaving the family house this morning. He told me to come back around noon to pick him up." With those words, Caleb started the car.
Sally nodded thoughtfully. "Alright."
Neither of them said much on the ride. Caleb dropped her off at the clinic and then drove off without a word.
As soon as Sally stepped into the clinic, she spotted Carlos at the front desk. When Sally locked eyes with Carlos, he jerked his chin toward the consultation desk across the room.
Sally followed Carlos's gaze, and when she saw Lena was there, her brows furrowed almost involuntarily.
Lena greeted her. "Morning, Mrs. Zale."
Sally hurried over. "What brings you here?"
"Hey, Mrs. Zale, I heard you weren't feeling well yesterday. I happened to be passing by today, so I made a special trip to check on you." Lena's gaze swept over Sally, searching intently as if she were looking for evidence.
Finally, her gaze settled on Sally's neck. "Mrs. Zale, what on earth is that on your neck?" Lena gasped, her face flooding with shock before Sally could even respond.
Sally froze in shock, completely caught off guard. She'd been in such a rush that morning, she hadn't even checked herself properly.
Although she and Jaxon hadn't gone all the way last night, things between them still got pretty wild. Of course there would be some marks left—it was inevitable.
"Mrs. Zale, you should really go check yourself." Lena pointed toward the restroom.
Sally jumped up and rushed toward the bathroom. She didn't even bother closing the door. She went straight to the mirror. And when she caught sight of the love bites on her neck, she froze.
Since this morning, she'd only come across three people. Caleb clearly already knew what happened last night, so those marks probably didn't surprise him.
As for Carlos, she'd only turned to glance at him, never faced him straight on—so he likely didn't notice anything either. Those marks only showed up clearly when one was sitting face to face, after all.
Right then, she spotted Lena's reflection in the mirror. Lena stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
Sally said, "Still, I just think sex should be between two people who actually love each other. Anyway, I'm going to pretend none of this ever happened—"
Before she even finished, Jaxon grabbed her jaw in a flash. His voice dropped, low and cold. "You seriously think you can act like nothing happened, when I've already seen every inch of your body?"
"I can. And I hope you can too." Sally's tone was utterly frosty, betraying no emotion whatsoever.
Jaxon let out a dark chuckle. "I never imagined you could be so magnanimous, Mrs. Zale. Tell me, how do you think Brad would react if he found out about this?"
Sally swatted his hand away and scrambled upright on the bed.
Jaxon had no choice but to sit up as well, settling on the edge of the bed. His gaze bore into Sally with quiet intensity.
"Don't tell Brad about this." A flicker of tension flashed across Sally's face.
"Beg me or kiss me. Pick one."
Sally caught a dangerously playful smirk playing across Jaxon's face. Her stomach sank. If she kissed him first, it would blur the line even more.
The kiss earlier—she could chalk that up to chaos. But now? Now she was clear-headed. No way she'd go there again. And if Brad ever found out, there was no way he'd let it go. He might even twist the whole thing to stall the divorce.
Plus, if she walked out of this room and someone saw her, there'd be no explaining her way out. She didn't want things to go down like that. Not when she was clearly the one stuck on the low ground here. Backing off a little might not be the worst move.
"I'm begging—"
But Jaxon cut her off before the words even finished leaving her mouth. "I always thought you had a real backbone. When we were digging into that mess at the clinic, you handled things like a pro. So why do you shrink like this when it comes to me?"
"Mr. Zale." Sally sneered. "What choice do I have but to beg you?"
"I offered you a way out, but you threw it back in my face."
He started to get up, but Sally spoke. "I have no right to kiss you. And no reason to, either. There's nothing going on between us, so do me a favor and quit saying crap like that."
"After all those kisses, you still claim there's nothing between us?"
Sally swallowed hard. But she had no real answer. She just wanted out. Far away from this man.
"Sally," Jaxon said slowly, "if I hadn't held back just now, you think you'd have just walked out of that bathroom?"
Then, just like that, his hand snapped around her neck. Not tight enough to hurt—but firm. "You lit the match, and now you think you can walk away without getting burned?"
Sally stared at him in silence, not uttering a word.
Jaxon gave her a penetrating look, then said coldly, "Stay here tonight. I'll have someone send you home in the morning."
Before she could even respond, he let go, got off the bed, and walked out without another word. Sally watched his back disappear through the door, and her eyes darkened.
A few minutes later, she heard the door open and close in the room next door. 'He's staying over there tonight,' she thought. 'He's not coming back.'
Sally got up fast, walked straight to the door, and locked it tight without a second thought. Just to be safe, she yanked the curtains shut and made sure every inch of the window was covered. 'Finally,' she thought. 'Now maybe I'll actually sleep tonight.'
After today's ordeal, Sally was utterly exhausted. Just then, her phone—left on the table—suddenly started ringing, shattering the silence. To her surprise, Brad's name appeared on the screen.
'Brad must have gone back to the Orchard Villa tonight,' Sally thought, 'since the bedroom next door has remained completely quiet. Good, that means I won't have to worry about running into him in the morning.'
The phone kept ringing, over and over. But she had no intention of answering. After two full rounds of calls, the line finally went dead. Sally shut her eyes slowly, and let herself drift off.
The next morning, Sally woke up at 7 a.m. After freshening up, there was a knock at the door. Opening the door, she found Caleb standing outside.
Caleb whispered to her, "Mrs. Zale, Mr. Zale sent me to take you to the clinic. Are you ready to go now?" The housekeeper wasn't up yet—this was the perfect window to slip out unnoticed.
"Ready." Sally nodded and followed Caleb out. After getting in the car, Sally glanced curiously at the front passenger seat. "Aren't we waiting for Mr. Zale to leave with us?"
"Mr. Zale probably won't be leaving the family house this morning. He told me to come back around noon to pick him up." With those words, Caleb started the car.
Sally nodded thoughtfully. "Alright."
Neither of them said much on the ride. Caleb dropped her off at the clinic and then drove off without a word.
As soon as Sally stepped into the clinic, she spotted Carlos at the front desk. When Sally locked eyes with Carlos, he jerked his chin toward the consultation desk across the room.
Sally followed Carlos's gaze, and when she saw Lena was there, her brows furrowed almost involuntarily.
Lena greeted her. "Morning, Mrs. Zale."
Sally hurried over. "What brings you here?"
"Hey, Mrs. Zale, I heard you weren't feeling well yesterday. I happened to be passing by today, so I made a special trip to check on you." Lena's gaze swept over Sally, searching intently as if she were looking for evidence.
Finally, her gaze settled on Sally's neck. "Mrs. Zale, what on earth is that on your neck?" Lena gasped, her face flooding with shock before Sally could even respond.
Sally froze in shock, completely caught off guard. She'd been in such a rush that morning, she hadn't even checked herself properly.
Although she and Jaxon hadn't gone all the way last night, things between them still got pretty wild. Of course there would be some marks left—it was inevitable.
"Mrs. Zale, you should really go check yourself." Lena pointed toward the restroom.
Sally jumped up and rushed toward the bathroom. She didn't even bother closing the door. She went straight to the mirror. And when she caught sight of the love bites on her neck, she froze.
Since this morning, she'd only come across three people. Caleb clearly already knew what happened last night, so those marks probably didn't surprise him.
As for Carlos, she'd only turned to glance at him, never faced him straight on—so he likely didn't notice anything either. Those marks only showed up clearly when one was sitting face to face, after all.
Right then, she spotted Lena's reflection in the mirror. Lena stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
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