Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 652

“I admit I’ve been in contact with Jessica lately. I know I was wrong. You can hit me, yell at me, whatever you want—but please, don’t divorce me.”

Elysia cast him a glance so cold it seemed to freeze him from the inside out.

Why was Elysia looking at him like that? She’d always had a quick temper. Shouldn’t she be furious, shouldn’t she be yelling after seeing him take Jessica to the hospital? Why was she so calm?

Dorian’s heart raced with anxiety. He stepped forward. “Elysia, let’s just sit down and talk, please. I can change. Anything I did wrong, I’ll make it right—just don’t be like this.”

“Like what?” Elysia replied blankly, her face devoid of emotion. “I haven’t done anything. We should get a divorce. I’ve already made up my mind.”

A dull ache throbbed in her head, muddling her thoughts and making her words come out jumbled.

She lowered her eyes. “Ama, let’s keep packing.”

She didn’t want to look at Dorian; she walked over to the closet and continued putting her things into the suitcase.

Seeing how detached Elysia was, so determined to leave him, Dorian was consumed by fear. Anger began to bubble up in him too, though he wasn’t sure whether he was furious at her, or at himself.

He moved forward to grab her, but Finnian caught his arm and said quietly, “Calm down. You need to sober up.”

“I am sober,” Dorian snapped, shaking Finnian off. “I’m perfectly sober.”

But nothing about him looked sober. Amara glanced up at him, then quietly placed one of Elysia’s coats into the suitcase.

Just then, someone knocked at the door. Amara was closest, so she got up to answer. “Who is it?”

Elysia’s house had a smart home system. Though Amara asked out of habit, she could already see on the small screen that it was Jessica outside.

“I just wanted to check on Elysia. Is she still mad at me? I wanted to apologize,” she said quietly.

She was only making things worse. Dorian, furious, said, “You need to leave. Don’t make this any more complicated.”

His harsh tone brought tears to Jessica’s eyes immediately. Amara, watching from the side, had to stifle a laugh.

How many times had Jessica cried today? Was she a faucet, able to turn on the waterworks at will? She really belonged on a stage.

Amara walked over and put her arm around Elysia’s shoulders. “Forget about them. Let’s keep packing.”

Elysia hadn’t reacted to Jessica’s arrival at all, but the more indifferent she was, the more frantic Dorian became.

He turned to Jessica, his voice sharp. “Get out. And stop crying.” With that, he grabbed Jessica’s wrist, trying to drag her out.