The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320: Exactly I Am Ruthless

Blanche’s Perspective

Zain’s voice came through the phone, soft yet unmistakably clear, and without realizing it, I found my fingers tightening around the device. A sharp ache pressed against my chest, as if his words had struck a nerve deeper than I cared to admit.

I quickly masked my reaction, pretending I hadn’t caught the subtle concern in his tone. “I’m hanging up now,” I said firmly.

“Alright, get home soon,” Zain replied, his voice lingering in the quiet air between us.

From the driver’s seat, Nathan’s eyes narrowed as he caught the tail end of Zain’s words. He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, suspicion flickering in his gaze. It was obvious—I had mentioned Zain deliberately, hoping his presence would keep Nathan in check.

What unsettled Nathan most was how genuinely worried Zain sounded about me. Wasn’t Zain supposed to be preparing to marry Joanna soon? That thought gnawed at Nathan’s mind, deepening the frown on his face.

‘Is Zain having second thoughts? Is he getting cold feet about the wedding?’ Nathan wondered silently, uncertainty creeping in. Unable to shake the unease, he pressed harder on the accelerator, the car surging forward with renewed urgency.

I leaned back in my seat, watching the world outside blur past the window. Zain’s words echoed in my mind, stirring a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. Why did he always manage to unsettle me so completely?

Before long, the car slowed and came to a stop in front of Blissfield Villa’s grand entrance. I turned around, my breath catching in surprise when I spotted Zain standing by the gate, his jacket draped over his arm.

It was as if he had brought it just for me.

The absurdity of the scene nearly made me laugh out loud. But before I could even reach for the door handle, Zain was already opening it, stepping forward to help me out. Without hesitation, he draped his jacket over my shoulders.

The chill in Oakwood had deepened with the evening, and the warmth of the jacket was a small comfort against the biting cold. I accepted it silently, pulling it close around me as we started walking toward the villa.

Nathan climbed out of the car on the driver’s side and approached Zain, offering a cigarette with a sly grin. “Blanche must mean a lot to you,” he teased, clearly testing the waters.

Zain didn’t take the bait. Instead, he simply nodded and said, “Nathan, thanks for getting Blanche home safely.”

He reached out and took the cigarette, lighting it with steady hands.

“Don’t mention it,” Nathan replied casually, “Just doing what’s right.”

Zain smiled softly, then reached for my purse. Before I could protest, he had already taken it from my hands.

Looking down at me with a warmth that caught me off guard, he said, “Let’s head inside. Heidi made some noodles for you.”

I nodded, offering no resistance as he carried the bag. Together, we walked toward the villa, side by side.

Nathan lingered by his car, watching us disappear inside. His suspicion only deepened as he stood there, silent and tense.

Before we stepped through the front door, Zain called back to Nathan, who remained on the curb. “Nathan, I’m taking Blanche inside. Let me treat you to dinner sometime as thanks for today.”

Nathan’s mind must have been racing with questions, but he only smiled and nodded. “Sounds good. We’ll talk soon.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zain slipped his arm around my waist, and we entered the villa as one.

Nathan stood frozen in place, stunned by what he had just witnessed.

Once inside, I quietly slipped away from Zain’s hold. He didn’t seem to mind; a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he pressed them together.

In the dining room, Heidi was placing a steaming bowl of noodles on the table. The rich aroma filled the room, comforting and inviting.

Zain’s eyes softened as he looked at the meal, his voice gentle. “You must be starving. Eat while it’s still warm.”

Zain’s temper flared instantly. He growled, “You better think this through. If you don’t show up at Jacob Manor, I’ll bring Carry straight to the Callums’ doorstep.”

My pulse spiked. I shot back, “Zain, that’s despicable!”

If he actually dragged Carry to the Callums’, there was no way my family could enjoy a peaceful dinner.

I had endured that chaos before, and I was determined not to let Zain or Carry ruin the celebration again.

Watching me lose my temper, Zain raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Exactly. I’m ruthless—that’s how I am. So, what’s it going to be? Carry’s kindergarten event or dinner at Jacob Manor? Make your choice.”

His dark eyes bore into me with an intensity that made it hard to breathe, his dominance filling the room like a physical force.

I felt my chest tighten, instinctively pressing a hand over my heart.

I lifted my chin to meet his gaze one last time, only to find his expression set in stone—unyielding, without room for negotiation.

I turned away, refusing to beg or plead.

Zain said nothing more. Without a word, he turned and headed upstairs, his footsteps echoing in the silent house.

Just minutes ago, he had been so considerate at the villa’s gate, and now, he had transformed into someone entirely different.

‘How does he flip like that so fast?’ I wondered, feeling a heavy weight settle over me.

I had long stopped expecting anything from him.

He was exactly what I knew him to be—cold, volatile, and never truly caring.