Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 345

As I was settling into bed, Jaylan scooted closer, nudging up against me with a clear intention that sent

a shiver down my spine.

I rolled over to face him and said, “You know, I went out of my way to tell your mom about Evan’s

accident. She adored that boy, treated him like her little prince. I was the first one to know, and heaven

forbid she finds out and blames me for not caring enough. I couldn’t stand that!”

“Don’t overthink it. She probably didn’t care as much as you think. My mom’s a tough cookie, always

picking a fight and never saying anything nice. Let’s not stoop to her level, okay?” Jaylan’s words

sounded sweet, but I could hear the impatience lacing his tone. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

“Easy for you to say,” I retorted icily. “But if I said that, I'd be the bad guy, wouldn’t I? I’m left cleaning up

your family’s messes, and why did I even bother telling her? To prevent her from gossiping and causing

more trouble, that’s why!”

Jaylan lost all interest in that, flopping over like a deflated balloon. “You’re right, let’s just sleep,” he

muttered.

I raised an eyebrow and muttered under my breath, “Yeah, play the good guy. Like you care! I’m

making sure you’ll never be interested in me again.” I turned around to pull away from him, and closed

my eyes with a clear conscience, drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, I was up early, instructing Hannah to pick up little Fidelia, and I made breakfast.

Jaylan, fresh and spruced up from the night before, got down the stairs with a suave charm.

Surprised to see me in the kitchen, he glanced around and asked, “Uh, what’s for breakfast? Why are

you making breakfast? Let me do it!”

As if I’d let him.

I replied, “It’s all done. Just sit down and eat.”

I placed the perfectly fried eggs on the table.

He put on his considerate husband act. “Honey, that’s enough work for you. Come and eat! It’s been

ages since we had breakfast together.”

I sauntered to the table lazily and pushed a glass of milk towards him. “What’s so special about eating

together?”

He gazed at me with feigned affection. “You are at your loveliest in the kitchen!”

I scoffed disdainfully, “Don’t you have a housekeeper for that?”

He stretched his neck defensively at my jibe. “Can we not bring up unpleasant things, please? I’ll

change, I promise! It’s this illness of yours that shook me up. I’d never be so ungrateful otherwise.”

I didn’t respond, just let him keep up his performance. But it seemed he too realized he couldn’t go on.

After breakfast, Hannah arrived with Fidelia. I urged them to eat quickly so we could head to the airport.

Fidelia shyly greeted Jaylan, who responded with lukewarm indifference.

The kid hadn’t brought much, just a regular backpack.

Camilla’s call came through and I picked up immediately.

“Aaliyah, I took your advice and didn’t pack anything for Fidelia except for a few clothes and her

homework. If there are any expenses…”

“She’s just shy,” Camilla emphasized, and then added, “Okay, just let me know when you arrive.

Thanks, Aaliyah!”

“Stop it! I’ll let you know when we land,” I said. Reаd at Draмanоvels.com

We hung up, and Fidelia, who had been sneaking glances at me, gave me a timid smile when she

caught my gaze.

As we got into the car, I deliberately checked Fidelia’s ordinary backpack, which was far from the luxury

Hannah had implied.

Noticing my intent, Hannah made a point of sitting next to Fidelia and casually asked, “Hey, I just

noticed, why didn’t you bring the backpack you had yesterday?”