Dead at Heart (Ariel and Jayson) novel Chapter 766

Ariel could see right through Jayson. He was pretending to be weak and frail. But she knew exactly why—he was doing it because of her.

"You know it still hurts when I breathe. I can't move my abdomen too much, and I can't even bathe myself," Jayson said in an unhurried tone.

Arthur stood behind him, holding the handles of the wheelchair. His expression was slightly awkward as he sneaked a glance at Jayson. He wasn't quite used to seeing his boss act this way.

Ariel, on the other hand, couldn't think of a proper retort.

"So, you want me to stay at Crescent Point for a few days?"

"No, I want you to come home."

Jayson wasn't going to take no for an answer. He grabbed her hand. "Won't you take pity on me?"

Ariel was speechless. She was often amazed by how clever and adaptable Jayson could be. It all depended on whether he was willing to set aside his pride and dignity to get what he wanted.

Despite his cold and distant demeanor, Jayson had a knack for persuading others with unconventional methods.

Ariel glanced at Arthur. "Help him into the car. We'll head to Crescent Point first."

Arthur nodded. "Understood."

Clearly, Jayson's act had worked. Arthur was very impressed.

Once they were in the car, Ariel sent Katie and Leonard a message on WhatsApp, telling them she would stay at Jayson's place for the time being.

When she put down her phone and turned her head, she caught Jayson grinning.

Jayson met Ariel's gaze and said, "Being in a good mood helps with recovery, don't you think?"

"Then go ahead and keep that silly smile on your face," Ariel replied.

She knew he was pretending to be pitiful, but she wasn't planning on shirking her responsibility.

Jayson had been badly injured while saving her. There was no way she could abandon him while he was still recovering. She couldn't bring herself to do something like that.

Soon, they arrived at the marital home.

Ariel felt a bit tired. After all, it hadn't been that long since her surgery.

Georgia wasn't around that day.

After dropping the couple off and moving their belongings into the house, Arthur tactfully excused himself.

Ariel could tell Jayson wasn't feeling well. She tilted her chin toward him. "You should go upstairs and lie down for a while."

"Are you coming with me?" Jayson glanced back at her as he walked toward the stairs.

Ariel ignored the question. "I'll do what I can to take care of you. I'm well enough to handle basic tasks now. I'm not going to just walk away from this."

"Why would I need you to look after me? It's not like I can't eat on my own or need help using the toilet. But if you want to help me take off my clothes when I shower, I won't say no."

She stopped, hesitated, then opened the door and stepped inside.

Everything looked exactly as she remembered. The baby's clothes and toys were neatly arranged in their proper places. She could almost picture Jayson's expression while choosing these items—he must have been just as excited to meet their child.

Ariel picked up a tiny, soft yellow dress. Her eyes turned red.

"I picked that. Doesn't it look cute?"

Jayson's voice came from behind her. Ariel turned and saw him leaning against the doorframe. She had no idea how long he'd been standing there.

She set the dress down. "What does it matter if it's cute? No one's ever going to wear it."

Jayson looked at her silently, then sighed.

He stepped closer and leaned down slightly. "Ari, look at me."

Ariel lifted her gaze.

Jayson exhaled slowly, his eyes steady on hers. "When the time's right, let's take a trip abroad. We'll go to Nacsall."

"Why do you want to go there?"

"To meet someone you've missed terribly."