Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 58

As dawn was just breaking, I was finally drifting off to sleep when I was rudely awakened by a burst of

angry shouting.

I was certain that it was some hullabaloo from downstairs. I sat up in bed, ready to investigate, but then

thought better of it and decided to let the drama unfold on its own.

The noise from downstairs seemed to have been suppressed and wasn't escalating as I had expected.

Reconsidering my impulse, I kicked off my slippers, crawled back into bed, and pulled the covers over

me. As if nothing had happened, I closed my eyes, reassuring myself that it was bedtime.

After all, the climax often comes later in the show. If I were to get involved now, it would only result in

awkwardness for me.

After a short nap, I woke up at my usual time and leisurely headed downstairs after freshening up.

In the living room, Jaylan was lounging on the couch, engrossed in his phone.

Surprisingly, Clara was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

"Where's Zora?" I asked nonchalantly, "Why are you cooking?"

"She's upstairs with Carl!" Clara responded while busily flipping eggs, "Madam, would you prefer milk

or coffee?"

I replied, unruffled, "I'd rather get it myself."

I walked into the kitchen and seeing the ingredients on the counter, I couldn't help but feel a tad

annoyed. It seemed like a waste of good food.

Pretending not to notice, I poured myself a glass of warm water and sauntered out of the kitchen.

Jaylan looked up at me, unusually gentle, "Why are you up so early?"

"Are you kidding? You're the one who's up early. What time did you get back last night? I didn't hear a

thing!" I sat next to him, a questioning look on my face, "Or did you not come back at all?"

"I got back very late last night. You were fast asleep. I didn't dare disturb you!" He lied without batting

an eye, "I was supposed to go to Amethyst Acres early in the morning but rescheduled. I didn't end up

going."

"How did your meeting go yesterday?" I asked, "Did it take all afternoon?" All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"No, I returned to the office in the afternoon! The business is still uncertain. The competition is fierce.

They don't seem to have any bottom line!" He looked helpless, giving nothing away.

I was curious about the agreement the three of them had reached, which led to this sudden calm.

At breakfast, the yucky food on the table made me doubt my life choices. I glanced at Clara, then

feigned surprise, "What happened to your face?"

Clara face now sported a dark red handprint. It looked sore, indicating a rather intense fight.

She instinctively covered her face, forcing a grin, "I was fighting off mosquitoes last night. I slapped

myself."

"You... slapped yourself?" I played along, "You sure don't hold back!"

I then glanced at Jaylan, who was engrossed in his scrambled eggs. He seemed genuinely hungry. No

wonder, he must've expended a lot of energy last night.

"My skin gets red easily and marks show up at the slightest touch." Clara added, as if talking to herself.

"Well, you should be more careful next time. It looks like someone hit you." I quipped.

Just then, Zora came downstairs with Carl, put him in his highchair, and returned to the kitchen to get

him some milk and a small piece of cake. She did all this without uttering a word, her expression cold.

As she settled down to feed Carl, I casually asked, "Did you oversleep, Zora?"

Zora seemed taken aback. She looked at me, avoiding my gaze, "I think I might be catching a cold so I

felt a bit lethargic."

I turned to Jaylan, "Could you drop Carl off today? Zora might have a cold, it would be better if she

takes some rest. Clara, could you accompany him? It'll be on your way to work."

Clara was quick to nod in agreement. But before she could respond, Zora retorted, "Madam, there's no

need. I can manage."

I looked at the sulking Zora, "It's not about whether you can manage or not, I'm concerned that Carl

might catch your cold."

"From now on, I'll take care of it. You don't have to worry, Zora. It's on my way, isn't it, Madam?" Clara

turned to Zora, a defiant smile on her face.