Chapter 65
The car soon stopped in their underground garage.
Jessica took a deep breath, trying to steady herself and not look too pathetic. She got out, and the butler rolled the two suitcases ahead of her toward the apartment.
“I’m sorry, Zachary,” she said, standing by the car.
She watched him take both of their coats out of the car, draping them over his arm while holding a nearly wilted camellia in his hand.
“Why are you apologizing? Are you getting back together with him?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.
Even with tears in her eyes, Jessica looked stunning. Her small pink nose and rosy cheeks
made her look fragile and almost like a porcelain doll.
“No,” she said, shaking her head.
“Good.” His frown eased, and he turned toward the elevator.
Jessica hurried after him and pressed the button. She glanced up at Zachary and said, “I’m afraid he’ll cause you trouble. He’s really clingy.”
She had always thought Derrick’s relentless pursuit was charming. He had chased her for so long before she finally agreed to be with him, but she now saw how suffocating that kind of
love could be.
Zachary tilted his head down to look at her. “Mrs. Jones, I don’t think you really know your
husband.”
It was true that Jessica didn’t know him. She only knew he was her employer, her husband, and very rich. Beyond that, she realized she really knew nothing.
His words made her heart race. She thought about what Derrick had said earlier.
Would Zachary really get bored with her? Could someone like him ever truly be interested in her? He had already sent several invitations in subtle ways, but she hadn’t even dared to accept
She wasn’t sure if Zachary would do the same as Derrick. Would he look for someone else because she hadn’t opened up enough, thus repeating the same cycle?
“What are you thinking about?” Zachary asked at this moment.
Zachary took her hand and rubbed it gently. Her fingers were ice–cold, and her face looked pale and fragile, like a little rabbit just rescued from the water.
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“Nothing,” she said, trying to pull herself together.
She was about to step forward, but Zachary placed the flower on his arm with the coats and then lifted her effortlessly with one hand.
She gasped in shock, instinctively wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pressing her face against his handsome cheek.
Strands of her hair brushed against his face, leaving a faint, sweet scent.
Jessica’s chest heaved with fear, but he didn’t even seem out of breath.
The elevator doors closed again.
For the first time, Jessica looked down at him. His ears were flushed, and a vein stood out on
his forehead.
She carefully loosened her grip, trying to create some distance. Her small hands rested on his shoulders as she clutched his coat tightly.
He didn’t speak, and she didn’t dare to either.
The elevator doors opened at this moment.
Zachary calmly walked out and headed toward the room. After setting the coats and flower on the couch, he lifted her completely into his arms, carrying her like a princess.
“Zachary…” she murmured, clutching his coat tightly.
Zachary carefully laid her on the bed, leaning over to gaze at the beauty before him. “You have work tomorrow. Wash up and get some sleep,” he instructed.
He pressed a warm, lingering kiss to her forehead.
“Okay,” she whispered, slowly releasing her grip.
He ran a hand over her hair before walking into the study.
Jessica stared at the white ceiling, feeling a little lost.
His behavior today felt different. Ever since she had met Derrick, a shadow had appeared in his eyes that she had never seen before. She couldn’t help but wonder nervously if it was because she had said a few extra words to Derrick.
