Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 88: Chapter 88
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"Because you weren't the only one whom Lena drugged that day." Jaxon dipped the cotton swab into the ointment, then lifted his gaze to meet hers, his voice low and deep.
Sally's eyes widened in growing astonishment. "What do you mean? Did Lena drug Connor that day, too? Why would she do that?"
"He set this up to get you two to sleep together." Jaxon reached out with his slender, well-defined fingers, cupping Sally's chin and gently tilting her face to one side.
The faint blush on her cheek instantly caught his eye. His lashes trembled almost imperceptibly.
"Mr. Zale, you don't need to trouble yourself with such a small matter. I can handle it myself," Sally said. She quickly reached out to take the cotton swab from his hand.
"Don't move," Jaxon murmured, his deep voice brushing against her ear, brooking no argument. Sally froze at once, submitting quietly to his ministrations.
As Jaxon dabbed the ointment onto her face, Sally felt a slight sting and couldn't help but flinch, her brows knitting together momentarily.
"She hit you so hard, and you didn't even try to dodge. You just took that slap. How useless," Jaxon said.
"No," Sally replied calmly, her voice flat. "I slapped her back twice."
After he heard her words, Jaxon's hand holding the cotton swab paused briefly. Then he let out a low chuckle and said, "That's just like you, Mrs. Zale." The smile on his lips was part serious, mostly teasing.
Flustered by his words, Sally subconsciously lowered her gaze, letting it settle on his polished leather shoes.
Jaxon kept applying the medication, then slowly leaned in closer to Sally. A cool breath fanned across her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Sally's entire back stiffened in an instant.
She never expected that Jaxon would blow gently while tending to her wounds. 'This really does feel a lot better,' Sally thought, but she couldn't help the wave of nervousness that rose unbidden inside her.
Her hands, resting on either side of the treatment table, instinctively clenched so tightly that her fingernails blanched.
He kept blowing gently, with no intention of stopping. Sally tilted her head slightly, accidentally brushing against the tip of his nose. Their lips were mere inches apart.
Sally could feel his even breathing, but as the seconds ticked by, it grew heavier. The air between them suddenly grew thick with tension, unmistakably intimate.
Sally couldn't help but lean back, but because she moved too quickly, she suddenly lost her balance.
At that moment, Jaxon's large hand caught her waist, pulling her close and steadying her before she could fall. The space between them vanished, leaving them closer than ever.
When Sally looked up, she saw Jaxon's gaze fixed on her lips. All she could think about were those intimate moments between them, playing over and over in her mind.
Afraid he might lean in at any second, she quickly pushed him away and stood up without hesitation. "Thank you, Mr. Zale," she said, her voice a little shaky.
She quickly turned away, lowering her head as she capped the ointment.
A slight smile played on Jaxon's lips as he tossed the cotton swab into the nearby trash can.
Jaxon's tone grew even more casual. "If she bothers you again, just let me know. I'll deal with her for you."
"No need. I can handle such small matters myself, but thank you for your kindness, Mr. Zale—" Before Sally could finish her sentence, Jaxon's broad hand slid around her waist from behind, then moved to her abdomen.
His chest pressed flush against her back. Leaning in close to her right ear, he murmured, "Mrs. Zale, are you deliberately keeping your distance from me?"
The wave of tension Sally had fought down suddenly came rushing back. Spinning on her heel, she put space between them once more. "That's not it. You're reading too much into this," Sally protested.
Jaxon shot her a sidelong glance but didn't say a word.
Sally noticed a beautifully wrapped pink box nearby, its delicate packaging a soft shade of pink. She realized that Jaxon had brought it in with him when he arrived earlier.
Curiously, she looked back at Jaxon beside her and asked, "Mr. Zale, what's this?"
Jaxon said casually, "These are some desserts I bought for you and Lillian a while back. There was an emergency at the clinic that day, so I couldn't bring them in.
"Since I had some time today and happened to be in the neighborhood, I thought I'd bring them by."
Sally suddenly recalled the day she was dealing with Elise and saw Jaxon at the clinic entrance. If she was right, that had to be the day.
"There are six flavors of these pastries. I wasn't sure which ones you'd like, so I picked some of the kids' favorites. You and your friend can have some too. There's more than enough for Lillian alone," said Jaxon.
"Then I'll thank you on behalf of Lillian, Mr. Zale," she said.
Jaxon's gaze lingered on the faint smile at the corner of her lips before he strode over to her.
Looking down at her beautiful eyes, he said calmly, "If anyone gives you trouble and it's too much to handle alone, just come to me. Otherwise, people might think the Zale family is powerless. Brad can't back you up. But I can."
Sally's hand holding the ointment froze abruptly. When she looked up, she met Jaxon's inscrutable gaze. To her surprise, she caught a flicker of tenderness in his eyes, the same look she'd seen when they kissed in the warehouse.
Without waiting for her reply, Jaxon strode to the door with long, decisive steps.
Sally watched Jaxon's figure disappear into the distance, a lump stuck in her throat, something she couldn't swallow or spit out. The feeling was indescribable.
Only when the door finally closed did she look away, a faint smile tugging at her lips. By the time she noticed, the smile was impossible to suppress.
'Wait? Why am I smiling? Why do I feel this sudden happiness?' she wondered. Sally gave her head a sharp shake, trying to physically fling away those inappropriate thoughts swirling in her mind.
With the rain keeping patients away, the clinic was quiet that day, so Sally decided to call it an early day and drive to pick up Lillian herself.
As soon as Lillian got in the car, she spotted the pink box on the back seat. "Sally, what's this?" Lillian reached out to touch the box, her eyes wide with curiosity as she looked toward the driver's seat.
Sally glanced back at Lillian and said lightly, "Those are treats Jaxon gave you. Let's wait until we get home to open them and have a taste, okay?"
Lillian nodded. "Okay, Sally."
When they got home, Abigail was already cooking dinner. Sally walked over curiously. "Why are you home so early today?"
"I finished everything, so I left work early too," Abigail replied, glancing behind Sally. "What's Lillian holding?"
Sally's eyes widened in growing astonishment. "What do you mean? Did Lena drug Connor that day, too? Why would she do that?"
"He set this up to get you two to sleep together." Jaxon reached out with his slender, well-defined fingers, cupping Sally's chin and gently tilting her face to one side.
The faint blush on her cheek instantly caught his eye. His lashes trembled almost imperceptibly.
"Mr. Zale, you don't need to trouble yourself with such a small matter. I can handle it myself," Sally said. She quickly reached out to take the cotton swab from his hand.
"Don't move," Jaxon murmured, his deep voice brushing against her ear, brooking no argument. Sally froze at once, submitting quietly to his ministrations.
As Jaxon dabbed the ointment onto her face, Sally felt a slight sting and couldn't help but flinch, her brows knitting together momentarily.
"She hit you so hard, and you didn't even try to dodge. You just took that slap. How useless," Jaxon said.
"No," Sally replied calmly, her voice flat. "I slapped her back twice."
After he heard her words, Jaxon's hand holding the cotton swab paused briefly. Then he let out a low chuckle and said, "That's just like you, Mrs. Zale." The smile on his lips was part serious, mostly teasing.
Flustered by his words, Sally subconsciously lowered her gaze, letting it settle on his polished leather shoes.
Jaxon kept applying the medication, then slowly leaned in closer to Sally. A cool breath fanned across her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Sally's entire back stiffened in an instant.
She never expected that Jaxon would blow gently while tending to her wounds. 'This really does feel a lot better,' Sally thought, but she couldn't help the wave of nervousness that rose unbidden inside her.
Her hands, resting on either side of the treatment table, instinctively clenched so tightly that her fingernails blanched.
He kept blowing gently, with no intention of stopping. Sally tilted her head slightly, accidentally brushing against the tip of his nose. Their lips were mere inches apart.
Sally could feel his even breathing, but as the seconds ticked by, it grew heavier. The air between them suddenly grew thick with tension, unmistakably intimate.
Sally couldn't help but lean back, but because she moved too quickly, she suddenly lost her balance.
At that moment, Jaxon's large hand caught her waist, pulling her close and steadying her before she could fall. The space between them vanished, leaving them closer than ever.
When Sally looked up, she saw Jaxon's gaze fixed on her lips. All she could think about were those intimate moments between them, playing over and over in her mind.
Afraid he might lean in at any second, she quickly pushed him away and stood up without hesitation. "Thank you, Mr. Zale," she said, her voice a little shaky.
She quickly turned away, lowering her head as she capped the ointment.
A slight smile played on Jaxon's lips as he tossed the cotton swab into the nearby trash can.
Jaxon's tone grew even more casual. "If she bothers you again, just let me know. I'll deal with her for you."
"No need. I can handle such small matters myself, but thank you for your kindness, Mr. Zale—" Before Sally could finish her sentence, Jaxon's broad hand slid around her waist from behind, then moved to her abdomen.
His chest pressed flush against her back. Leaning in close to her right ear, he murmured, "Mrs. Zale, are you deliberately keeping your distance from me?"
The wave of tension Sally had fought down suddenly came rushing back. Spinning on her heel, she put space between them once more. "That's not it. You're reading too much into this," Sally protested.
Jaxon shot her a sidelong glance but didn't say a word.
Sally noticed a beautifully wrapped pink box nearby, its delicate packaging a soft shade of pink. She realized that Jaxon had brought it in with him when he arrived earlier.
Curiously, she looked back at Jaxon beside her and asked, "Mr. Zale, what's this?"
Jaxon said casually, "These are some desserts I bought for you and Lillian a while back. There was an emergency at the clinic that day, so I couldn't bring them in.
"Since I had some time today and happened to be in the neighborhood, I thought I'd bring them by."
Sally suddenly recalled the day she was dealing with Elise and saw Jaxon at the clinic entrance. If she was right, that had to be the day.
"There are six flavors of these pastries. I wasn't sure which ones you'd like, so I picked some of the kids' favorites. You and your friend can have some too. There's more than enough for Lillian alone," said Jaxon.
"Then I'll thank you on behalf of Lillian, Mr. Zale," she said.
Jaxon's gaze lingered on the faint smile at the corner of her lips before he strode over to her.
Looking down at her beautiful eyes, he said calmly, "If anyone gives you trouble and it's too much to handle alone, just come to me. Otherwise, people might think the Zale family is powerless. Brad can't back you up. But I can."
Sally's hand holding the ointment froze abruptly. When she looked up, she met Jaxon's inscrutable gaze. To her surprise, she caught a flicker of tenderness in his eyes, the same look she'd seen when they kissed in the warehouse.
Without waiting for her reply, Jaxon strode to the door with long, decisive steps.
Sally watched Jaxon's figure disappear into the distance, a lump stuck in her throat, something she couldn't swallow or spit out. The feeling was indescribable.
Only when the door finally closed did she look away, a faint smile tugging at her lips. By the time she noticed, the smile was impossible to suppress.
'Wait? Why am I smiling? Why do I feel this sudden happiness?' she wondered. Sally gave her head a sharp shake, trying to physically fling away those inappropriate thoughts swirling in her mind.
With the rain keeping patients away, the clinic was quiet that day, so Sally decided to call it an early day and drive to pick up Lillian herself.
As soon as Lillian got in the car, she spotted the pink box on the back seat. "Sally, what's this?" Lillian reached out to touch the box, her eyes wide with curiosity as she looked toward the driver's seat.
Sally glanced back at Lillian and said lightly, "Those are treats Jaxon gave you. Let's wait until we get home to open them and have a taste, okay?"
Lillian nodded. "Okay, Sally."
When they got home, Abigail was already cooking dinner. Sally walked over curiously. "Why are you home so early today?"
"I finished everything, so I left work early too," Abigail replied, glancing behind Sally. "What's Lillian holding?"
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