30 Days Till I Divorce My Husband novel Chapter 440

Gently squeezing Jason's hand, Estrella glanced back at Isaac snoozing in the back seat, feeling a sudden wave of belonging wash over her.

Turning her gaze back to Jason, she said softly, "Jason, you don't owe me anything."

When it comes to love, there's no such thing as debts or dues; you love because you want to.

Jason, moved by Estrella's calm assurance, brought her hand to his lips for a gentle kiss.

Their journey together had been anything but easy.

Shortly after, when they arrived back at Sandalwood Oasis, they found Kristin had already beaten them home.

Seeing Jason carry a sleeping Isaac inside, Kristin took him into her arms, urging them to freshen up and rest.

After helping Kristin settle Isaac into his room, Estrella kissed his forehead tenderly, watching over him for a while before heading to her own bedroom.

With a little one on the way, Estrella found herself becoming more protective of Isaac, worried she might neglect him.

Isaac had not spent much time with Jason, so his attachment to Estrella was quite strong.

After showering, Estrella, toweling her hair, met Jason who had also just finished up in the bathroom.

Taking the towel from her, he began drying her hair, saying, "Babe, Drew's handling the wedding stuff. You just need to give it a look and share your thoughts; no need to get involved in every detail."

With a baby on the way, Jason was careful not to overburden Estrella.

Looking up at him, she said, "I trust your taste; whatever you decide will be perfect."

Having someone to make decisions was a relief for Estrella. Since Jason was taking charge, she was content to follow his lead.

Too many opinions could just wear them both out, and she genuinely trusted his judgment.

Hearing her trust, Jason couldn't help but smile.

She had always been intuitive and easy to be around, unless you were the problem.

After the laughter, Jason had Estrella sit while he took a hairdryer to her hair.

The warm air felt comforting, and Estrella felt as if they had known each other for lifetimes, seamlessly understanding each other's needs.

As Jason's fingers weaved through her hair, a sense of relaxation washed over her.

Once her hair was dry, Jason kissed her cheek and said, "Tomorrow, let's grab your birth certificate; we'll get our marriage license on Monday."

Turning to him, Estrella agreed, "Okay."

With an understanding between them, Jason caressed her cheek and leaned in for a kiss.

After a passionate moment, they lay in bed chatting, Jason wrapping an arm around Estrella, who turned to ask, "What made you bring up Taylor today, even making bets about him?"

Jason shared, "Ran into him once with a girl in his car, looked pretty down-to-earth. Must be someone special for Taylor to play chauffeur."

Curiosity piqued, Estrella prodded for more gossip. Their casual conversation lightened the mood further.

After a while, Estrella mentioned wanting to take on some cases to kill time, but Jason suggested she relax until after little Isaac's arrival.

Outside, the night was serene, with only the sound of insects and the gentle rustle of leaves.

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Meanwhile, under an old building in Ravenwood, Taylor's Maybach sat out of place.

The building, lacking an elevator, was a relic of a bygone era.

With such attributes, he had an array of choices. Why couldn't he let go of the past? Why did he insist on dragging her into his life?

After a heated kiss, Leonora coughed and held her chest, still unable to keep pace with him even after two years.

Seeing Leonora's flushed face, Taylor took her other hand and started to play with it, enjoying the feel of her soft, smooth skin under his fingers.

Once her breathing steadied, Leonora looked up at Taylor and asked, "Can I go back now?" Worried he might refuse, she quickly added, "I was working overtime today, and I'll have to do the same tonight."

Her request amused Taylor, who laughed and said, "Since when have I been so easily persuaded, Leonora?"

Leonora, growing desperate, raised her voice slightly, "Do you have any idea what time it is? What if my parents wake up and find me missing from my room? I can't explain that."

Taylor didn't take her concerns seriously and simply said, "Put on your seatbelt."

Without waiting for her consent, he started the car and drove away from her neighborhood, with Leonora in tow.

As they drove, Leonora's expression darkened, and her eyes filled with anger. She turned to look out the window, refusing to make eye contact with Taylor.

It was always like this, him forcing her, never asking for her opinion.

Leonora had fought with Taylor before, had voiced her objections, but in the end, she always ended up feeling defeated.

After about fifteen minutes, the car pulled into the underground parking of a luxurious complex. Taylor got out and opened the passenger door for Leonora.

Leonora turned her face away, refusing to look at him or leave the car.

This was her way of rebelling during their standoffs, a silent protest against his unyielding nature.

Seeing her upset, Taylor didn't get angry. Instead, he bent down, unbuckled her seatbelt, and gently lifted her from the seat.