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Scott crouched down without a word and lifted her skirt to check her wound. If it had reopened, he’d need to call a doctor immediately.
Jemima took a moment before responding. “It feels a little strained, but it doesn’t seem torn.”
Once he confirmed there was no bleeding, Scott’s gaze instinctively drifted from her wound. His eyes landed on her fair, slender legs, their smooth skin catching the light. A faint, delicate fragrance lingered in the air, brushing against his senses.
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
A subtle itch crept into the palm of his hand.
Snapping himself out of it, he swiftly pulled her skirt back down, his voice steady and composed. “I’ll take you home.”
Jemima was about to refuse, but before she could get a word out, he was already pushing her toward the door.
The two journeyed in silence.
Scott escorted her home, then turned and left immediately, not wasting a single second.
Jemima watched his retreating figure, feeling a little confused. Why did it seem like he was afraid she’d grab onto him and refuse to let him leave if he stayed a second longer?
Just as she was lost in thought, her phone rang from inside her pocket.
Meanwhile, outside in the hallway, Scott stood waiting for the elevator.
The elevator doors slid open. Inside, Julius stood, flushed from drinking, the scent of alcohol clinging to him. His eyes locked onto Scott’s expressionless face.
Their gazes met. Both men froze for a moment.
Scott’s face was cold and unreadable. How did he get access to this floor? Did Jemima give him the passcode?
“You!”
Julius’s drunken mind was muddled, but when he saw the elevator stop on the thirteenth floor, something in him snapped. The thought of Jemima being alone with another man sent a surge of fury through him.
He staggered forward and grabbed Scott by the collar. “What the hell are you doing here with my wife? What business do you
have here!”
The mere idea of Jemima being with another man drove him into a jealous rage, sharp and reckless.
Jemima heard the commotion outside. For a moment, she thought she was imagining Julius‘ voice–it couldn’t possibly be him. But something in her gut told her to check.
She maneuvered her wheelchair toward the door.
As soon as she stepped out, she saw Scott push Julius to the ground with a sharp flick of his hand, his face filled with disdain. Then, noticing her presence, Scott turned to her, his eyes dark and cold. “If you’re letting him into your home, why bother playing these games?”
His voice dripped with sarcasm.
Jemima’s brows knitted together.
Whatever relationslup she had with Julius was her business. Scott may have saved her once, and yes, he was her boss, but that
didn’t give him the right to make side remarks about her marriage.
Still, confusion took precedence over her irritation
“I never gave him the passcode. How did he get in?”
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From the moment he entered the residential complex to passing through security and making it up to her floor–how had he bypassed every barrier?
Scott’s expression shifted slightly, his sarcasm giving way to doubt.
Julius, still sprawled on the floor, scrambled to his feet and stumbled toward Jemima. The overpowering scent of alcohol made her wrinkle her nose. “How did you get up here?” she asked, her voice wary.
Instead of answering, Julius seized the armrests of her wheelchair, his voice raw with rage. “Did you sleep with him?”
Jemima’s patience snapped. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face, “Have you lost your mind? What kind of drunken nonsense is this? Get out! Go back to your Nadie–Bear!”
Julius didn’t react with anger. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of her, taking the hand that had just slapped him and pressing it against his chest. The once arrogant, domineering man now looked pitiful, his voice soft and pleading, “I misunderstood,” he murmured. “I know you wouldn’t do it. You still love me, don’t you? You wouldn’t do anything to hurt
- me.
Jemima was utterly speechless.
So, he can betray me however he please, but I have to remain faithful?
She glanced at Scott, who stood watching the spectacle unfold with detached amusement, then back at Julius, who was now drunkenly weeping at her feet.
It’s the middle of the night–could he not spare me this ridiculous scene?
She pulled her hand away. “Can we talk about this tomorrow? You should go home, get some rest, and when you’re sober-”
Before she could finish, Julius suddenly lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her.
He clung to her tightly, mumbling apologies between hiccups, his tears dampening her collar. The sight of a grown man. crying so helplessly would have been almost laughable if it weren’t so pathetic.
Jemima was stunned.
She didn’t know what to feel. The whole situation was absurd.
This wasn’t how she had imagined their final confrontation Julius had always been proud, hot–tempered, and controlling. He was the last man she’d ever expect to fall to his knees and cry in front of her.
“Can you let go of me first and try to calm down?” she asked gently.
The fiercer she was, the clingier he got.
“Tell me you still love me,” Julius whispered desperately. “Tell me you won’t leave me.”
Jemima felt completely drained.
Meanwhile, Scott, who had been silently observing the entire ordeal, finally lost his patience. His face darkened as he pulled out his phone and made a call.
