When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

Chiara tried to shake her head, but as soon as she attempted it, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed her, forcing her to remain still.

Without hesitation, Jeffrey scooped her up into his arms. He then strode out of the room, completely ignoring the stunned crowd behind him.

“M-Mr. Yates…” Howard stammered, his voice trembling.

Jeffrey paused briefly but didn’t bother to glance back. “Good luck, Mr. White,” he said in a cold, detached tone.

Howard sank heavily into his chair, his face ashen and drained of color.

The others around him looked equally frightened, their expressions pale and anxious.

When Titus finally arrived, his face was so dark and stormy it could have frightened the dead—especially when he saw Chiara unconscious in Jeffrey’s arms.

“Give her to me,” he commanded sharply, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Jeffrey raised a single eyebrow, then looked down at the dazed Chiara with a hint of amusement. “Hey, I’m not going to fight you for her,” he said lightly.

Without hesitation, Titus yanked Chiara from Jeffrey’s grasp, his eyes burning with an almost feral intensity as he stared at her like he wanted to consume her whole.

Jeffrey watched the scene unfold, clearly entertained. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he teased, “You know, I never really noticed before, but Chiara’s seriously gorgeous. No wonder everyone’s after her.”

Titus shot him a frosty glare. “What’s it to you if she’s pretty?”

Jeffrey grinned and raised an eyebrow. “What, you worried I’m going to steal her from you?”

Titus’s face darkened even more as he gave him a warning look. “Stay away from my woman.”

Jeffrey shrugged nonchalantly. Since Titus rarely showed this side of himself, Jeffrey found it oddly entertaining—and couldn’t resist pushing his buttons a little further.

“It’s only interesting because she’s yours,” Jeffrey said with a grin. “But hey, if you ever want a divorce, just give me a heads-up. I’ll be first in line.”

Paul, standing quietly behind them, looked torn. *Mr. Yates sure knows how to get under Mr. Goodman’s skin,* he thought.

Titus’s face grew even more stormy as he shot back, “Keep dreaming.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, cradling Chiara in his arms.

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes, then glanced at Paul, who was about to follow Titus. “What’s going on with your boss?” he asked.

Paul shook his head, his expression complicated and unreadable. “If you want to know, ask Mr. Goodman himself. I’ve got no clue.”

Without waiting for a response, Paul hurried after Titus.

Jeffrey chuckled softly, watching them disappear down the hall. *This is getting interesting,* he thought to himself.

He had always assumed Titus had married some perfect trophy wife just to keep his family satisfied. But tonight had made it clear—things were far more complicated than that.

Jeffrey loved drama—the messier, the better.

He headed to the front desk, requested the lobby security footage, and quickly sent it over to Elaine. He grinned to himself, wondering whether Titus would choose his wife or the other woman.

At the hospital, the doctors worked diligently to pump Chiara’s stomach, but there was already a significant amount of alcohol in her system.

Her cheeks had lost all their healthy color, leaving her looking pale and fragile, almost ghostlike.

Titus stood silently by the window, his gaze fixed on Chiara lying on the hospital bed. She looked utterly miserable, but his expression remained cold and unreadable.

Suddenly, Heather burst into the room, rushing to Chiara’s side. “Chiara!” she called softly.

Chiara was still unconscious; the alcohol needed time to clear from her system.

Heather gently touched her sister’s cold forehead and sighed deeply. She glanced over at Titus and gave a small, grateful nod. “Thank you for today, Mr. Goodman.”