Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 40

This time, Jaylan's reaction was subtle. He paused for a moment before furrowing his eyebrows in

confusion, hesitantly reaching out to take my phone. "What's this about?"

I fixed my gaze on him, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Remember that headache I told

you about? The one you said wasn't a big deal?"

Zora, although maintaining a calm facade, seemed stiff, pretending to soothe Carl as if nothing was

wrong.

"Do you still have the headache?" His concern was evident as he leaned in closer, checking me over.

"This doesn't seem right. You didn't have this issue when you showed me a few days ago. We need to

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"Yeah, I mentioned it to Zora a few days ago too, and she also brushed it off. But the hairdresser

noticed it today. He was scared of being held responsible, so he took a photo for me to see. Honey,

don't you think we need to figure out what's going on?" I pointed a finger at Zora. Pretending like

nothing was wrong wouldn't work with me.

I continued to press the matter, hoping to create a rift between the two.

"We do need to go to the hospital," Jaylan agreed, his tone decisive. He glanced at his watch. "It's late

and you're tired. We'll go tomorrow morning. Remember to fast since the tests require an empty

stomach."

His arrangements were flawless. Medical tests did require fasting.

I nodded in approval. "Alright, I'm tired. I want to rest. Don't disturb me."

With that, I headed upstairs, leaving the two of them behind. I had to inform Catherine about the

situation and call off the alert.

I was certain that my actions had planted the seeds of discord between them.

To prevent Zora from doing something drastic, I pretended to be too tired and 'slept', skipping dinner. I

couldn't let my guard down until I found the drug I was looking for.

In the middle of the night, hunger woke me up. I sat up abruptly, startling Jaylan who was sleeping

beside me. He quickly switched on the light and asked softly, "What's wrong, darling?"

"I'm hungry," I replied honestly, feeling listless.

He immediately got up. "I'll ask Zora to make you some food."

"No, I want the steak made by you. It's been ages since I had it," I said lazily.

If I had wanted to eat her cooking, I wouldn't have starved myself till now.

"Alright! I'll make you a steak then," Jaylan agreed, quickly getting out of bed. "Just wait here."

As I watched him, the perfect image of a dutiful husband, I couldn't help but feel perplexed. How could

he be planning to harm me?

"I'll join you. I need to move around a bit to ease the ache in my hips," I said, following him downstairs.

I chatted with him about random things while he cooked, creating an atmosphere of warmth despite our

hidden motives.

Probably alerted by the noise, Zora came downstairs in her nightgown, the neckline revealing a

generous amount of skin.

Surprised to see me there, she quickly adjusted her neckline before heading to the water dispenser to

get a glass of water.

I raised an eyebrow and quickly asked, "Zora, could you fetch me a sweater? It's a bit chilly."

Reluctantly, she put down her glass and went upstairs.

While Jaylan was pouring some wine, I quickly dropped half a pill of Midazolam into her water glass,

gave it a shake, and then sat down at the dining table to cut the steak.

Right as Jaylan was placing the decanter on the table and turning to grab the wine glasses, I tossed

the remaining half pill into the decanter.

"Drinking wine in the middle of the night?" I put a piece of steak into my mouth, commenting casually.

Just as Zora came back downstairs with my sweater and draped it over me, she stole a glance at

Jaylan.

I turned to look at her, asking nonchalantly, "Zora, would you like to join us for a glass of wine?"