Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 345

As I was settling into bed, Jaylan scooted closer, nudging up against me with a clear intention that sent a shiver down my spine.

I rolled over to face him and said, “You know, I went out of my way to tell your mom about Evan’s accident. She adored that boy, treated him like her little prince. I was the first one to know, and heaven forbid she finds out and blames me for not caring enough. I couldn’t stand that!”

“Don’t overthink it. She probably didn’t care as much as you think. My mom’s a tough cookie, always picking a fight and never saying anything nice. Let’s not stoop to her level, okay?” Jaylan’s words sounded sweet, but I could hear the impatience lacing his tone.

“Easy for you to say,” I retorted icily. “But if I said that, I'd be the bad guy, wouldn’t I? I’m left cleaning up your family’s messes, and why did I even bother telling her? To prevent her from gossiping and causing more trouble, that’s why!”

Jaylan lost all interest in that, flopping over like a deflated balloon. “You’re right, let’s just sleep,” he muttered.

I raised an eyebrow and muttered under my breath, “Yeah, play the good guy. Like you care! I’m making sure you’ll never be interested in me again.” I turned around to pull away from him, and closed my eyes with a clear conscience, drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, I was up early, instructing Hannah to pick up little Fidelia, and I made breakfast. Jaylan, fresh and spruced up from the night before, got down the stairs with a suave charm.

Surprised to see me in the kitchen, he glanced around and asked, “Uh, what’s for breakfast? Why are you making breakfast? Let me do it!”

As if I’d let him.

I replied, “It’s all done. Just sit down and eat.”

I placed the perfectly fried eggs on the table.

He put on his considerate husband act. “Honey, that’s enough work for you. Come and eat! It’s been ages since we had breakfast together.”

I sauntered to the table lazily and pushed a glass of milk towards him. “What’s so special about eating together?”

He gazed at me with feigned affection. “You are at your loveliest in the kitchen!”

I scoffed disdainfully, “Don’t you have a housekeeper for that?”