Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 91: Chapter 91

Sally halted mid-step when she heard Jaxon call out. She spun around, meeting Jaxon's deep gaze. She gave him a faint smile. "What's wrong, Mr. Zale? Aren't you staying for the night watch tonight?"
"The situation was urgent, but not as critical as last time. The patient has stabilized now, so a night watch isn't necessary.
"If any emergencies arise, have the butler call me right away." Sally's lips curved into a gentle smile, her entire face radiating warmth.
Jaxon's gaze fell on her, taking in her still-soaked clothes and dripping hair.
Jaxon instinctively reached out, lightly touching the ends of her damp hair. "You're soaked. Go downstairs, take a hot shower, and change into something dry. And while you're at it, have some dinner before you leave."
Jaxon's sudden gesture made Sally's heart race for reasons she couldn't explain.
She looked down at her clothes; they were indeed soaked. After a moment's hesitation, Sally finally said, "Sure."
Just then, footsteps echoed behind them. Jaxon's fingers instinctively withdrew from the ends of her hair.
Sally also instinctively took a step back, putting some distance between her and Jaxon.
Lauren's voice came from behind them. "You two haven't gone downstairs yet?"
Jaxon turned to look at Lauren behind him. "Lauren, have the maid prepare dinner. Let Mrs. Zale have dinner before she leaves."
Lauren had always been wary of Jaxon or more precisely, wary of his power and influence. Even as his elder, she naturally showed him due respect.
Lauren nodded with a smile. "Certainly."
Sally gave a faint smile before turning to head downstairs.
Lena and the doctor had already left. Only Brad remained in the downstairs living room, apparently on a phone call.
Sally stood by the second-floor railing, casting just a fleeting, indifferent glance downward before turning to enter the room she shared with Brad for a hot shower.
After getting drenched in the rain, Sally really needed to warm herself up properly. Otherwise, she might catch a chill.
With some time still left before dinner, Sally took the opportunity to soak in a long, hot bath. When she emerged, she felt much more relaxed and refreshed, both physically and mentally.
After changing into a spare dress, Sally walked to the balcony. As she gazed out at the rain pouring down outside, for some inexplicable reason, she found herself in an unusually good mood.
Suddenly, the door opened with a click from the entrance. Sally turned at the sound and saw Brad walk in.
Their eyes met for just a second before Sally deliberately looked away, fixing her gaze straight ahead as if Brad didn't even exist.
Brad approached her, his assessing gaze sweeping over her from head to toe.
She was wearing a white chiffon maxi dress that accentuated her figure with an ethereal, fresh elegance.
In the past, Sally was the glamorous type. Her makeup was always immaculate, and her striking beauty never failed to turn heads.
But after returning from prison, Sally seemed to care less about makeup. Her bare face lost some of its former glamour, yet gained an understated, ethereal beauty.
Even her demeanor had become much colder and more aloof.
"About today, I was wrong about you," Brad said coolly. He stood beside her, his tone laced with icy detachment.
Though the words were an apology, his voice carried not a shred of remorse.
Sally didn't even turn her head, her gaze fixed straight ahead. "Don't bother apologizing. You've always thought I was just an amateur doctor anyway. Your apology just makes me uncomfortable."
Brad snapped, "Don't push your luck. I'm actually trying to be nice here, and you just throw it back in my face?"
Brad stepped up behind her, his hands gripping her waist firmly before swiftly spinning her around to face him.
The sudden move made Sally's brows furrow involuntarily. She snapped at Brad, "What the hell is wrong with you now?"
"If I remember correctly—" Brad suddenly leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "Wasn't it right here in this room last time that you slept with that bastard?"
At his words, unbidden scenes from that day flooded Sally's mind.
Scenes of her and Jaxon in the next room flashed before Sally's eyes, sending a hot flush across her cheeks.
Brad looked down at her, immediately noticing the flush that crept across her cheeks.
Brad instantly gripped her chin and sneered, "Look at you, flushing like that. Seems like I really left quite an impression, huh?"
Sally snapped, "Let go."
Sally didn't even bother to respond, wrenching herself violently in Brad's grasp.
Brad's chest heaved with rage as he demanded, "Who makes you feel better, him or me?"
"Are you out of your damn mind?" Sally wrenched free from his grip and, just as she raised her hand to slap him, Brad caught her wrist in a vice-like hold.
"Oh, right?" Brad drawled, feigning nonchalance. "It's been, what, three years since we last slept together? I bet you've already forgotten what it feels like to be with me. Maybe tonight's the perfect chance to refresh your memory. What do you say?"
Sally shouted, "You have gone crazy." With a violent jerk, she wrenched her hand free and shoved Brad away from her.
But before Sally could take more than two steps, Brad yanked her back and pinned her against the balcony railing again.
As Brad lunged at her, Sally's heart leaped into her throat in terror. She screamed, her voice trembling with fury, "Brad, if you dare touch me, I'll kill you."
"Kill me?" Brad's movements froze abruptly. He then snarled, gripping her chin. "After you cheated on me, I never even thought about killing you. And now you're the one who wants to kill me?"
She used to be all over him in situations like this, and now, just a light touch from me and she dares to say something like that.
Sally glared at Brad, her lips tightly shut.
"What? Don't tell me you've actually fallen for that bastard?" Brad's voice dropped to a dangerously low tone. "Who the hell is he that I've never been able to find?
"Is he really worth you abandoning your husband and child, just to go running to him?"
"Abandon my husband and child?" Sally sneered coldly. "Wasn't it you who abandoned me first? Don't think I don't know about your affair with Lena. Always treating me like a fool—did you find that amusing?"
"Tell me. Who the hell is that man?" Brad's hand shot out, clamping around her neck as his voice dropped to a bone-chilling whisper. His upturned eyes blazed with a terrifying crimson.
Sally gasped for air, desperately clawing at Brad's hand. "Let go."
Brad had no intention of letting her go; his grip only tightened relentlessly around her throat.
The mere thought of this woman sleeping with another man made Brad's blood boil.
Just then, a sharp knock came at the door. Brad's gaze instinctively snapped toward the door. The knocking paused for a few seconds before starting up again, this time more insistent.
At the same moment, Jaxon's deep voice came through the door. "Mrs. Zale, dinner's ready. Come downstairs."
Brad paused when he recognized Jaxon's voice, then abruptly leaned in toward Sally and sneered, "Even Jaxon is personally calling you to dinner? That's quite the privilege. Just how close are you two now?"