Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 8

As I was about to speak, Zora emerged with a baby bottle in her hand, "Sir, Ma'am, dinner is served!"

I swallowed back the words I was about to say.

I couldn't act rashly before figuring out Jaylan's intentions.

After all, the scene just now had been quite strange.

Moreover, Carl was still a baby, and he could hardly recognize who was his real mother. I was currently

unable to take over the care of him, and if Zora dared to take action against me, she wouldn't hesitate

to do the same to a child who didn't understand anything.

I reached out to Zora, "Give me the bottle, I'll feed Carl!"

However, Carl was jumping for joy at the sight of Zora, completely ignoring me and only had eyes for

his 'mother figure'.

Stubbornly, I tried to take Carl from Jaylan's arms, but his little hand impatiently pushed mine away,

repeatedly reaching out to Zora, calling for his 'mommy'.

Jaylan lifted him up and handed him to Zora, then gently helped me up, "Let's go eat, or else you'll get

tired. Food is more replenishing than medicine."

This casual remark made my heart skip a beat. It seemed that Jaylan didn't know the secret of the

medicine, otherwise he wouldn't say such a thing. His words clearly implied that I should eat more and

take less medicine.

Of course, his words also reminded me that I couldn't appear too energetic. The lethargy after taking

the medicine wasn't my current state.

So I had to give up, reluctantly watching Carl, secretly vowing to myself that the child was mine. I just

needed to wait a little longer, wait until I could kick her out of my house, and my son would still be mine.

Jaylan's care made me eat a lot of food, which made him very happy. He kept staring at my face and

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"What are you laughing at?"

"Silly girl, I'm just happy to see you have an appetite." Jaylan affectionately patted my hand on the

table.

"I feel like you're stuffing me like a Thanksgiving turkey. I think I ate too much." I slumped in my chair,

looking sickly.

Honestly, the lack of energy wasn't an act.

Long-term medication and constant sleepiness had overtaxed my body. I was all too familiar with what

it felt like to be weak and unable to resist the wind. As soon as I stood up, my heart would race, and I

had no strength.

Although I hadn't taken the medicine for these three meals, I could clearly feel that my energy level was

much better, but I was still short of breath and very weak.

"Are you tired?" Jaylan looked at me with concern.

I nodded immediately, putting on the act of being too tired to even hold up my head, and collapsed on

the edge of the table, "I feel sleepy!"

Jaylan picked me up without a word, "I'll take you back to the bedroom."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling a little bitter. I couldn't remember the last time he treated

me like this. I couldn't help but feel moved and blurted out, "Honey, when will I get better? I feel weaker

and weaker. I should be feeling better after taking all this medicine."

"Don't rush it. You're already showing progress—you can even come downstairs now!" He said, giving

me a meaningful look.

I felt a pang of anxiety. His reply didn't sound right. Was I not even supposed to be able to come

downstairs?

I decided to stay quiet, leaning weakly against him.

As we left the dining room, I saw Zora feeding Carl out of the corner of my eye. She glanced at Jaylan,

who was carrying me.

Jaylan carried me upstairs and set me on the bed, where I was already 'half-asleep'.

He pulled a blanket over me but didn't leave. He just stood by my bed, watching me. Even with my

eyes closed, I could feel his gaze.

Strangely enough, his stare made me feel uncomfortable. There was no warmth in it.

His gaze lingered for about ten seconds, then I heard him call my name, "Allie."

I didn't respond or move, pretending to be fast asleep.

The next second, I felt him leaning close to me. His warm breath was on my face, and I dared not

move.

My intuition told me there was something off about his actions.

After a moment of silence, which felt like an eternity to me, my last illusions about Jaylan were

shattered.

I heard Zora's voice, she whispered, "Is she asleep?"

The breath on my face receded, and I heard the sound of their footsteps leaving. Then I heard a

warning that made my blood run cold, "Keep an eye on her! She's been acting strange these past few

days!"

I didn't hear what they said next. I felt like I had fallen into a freezing abyss. Even though I was covered

with a blanket, I couldn't stop shaking.