Chapter 49

"Why are you apologizing to me, diamond?" He asked softly, caressing her cheeks. "You think I'm upset with you or something?" He raised a brow. "How can I get mad at you, my love?"

He lifted her so that she sat on his lap and rested her head on his chest. Stroking her back, he pressed a kiss on her forehead. "I'd let him go….just for your sake. Because you've asked me." He blew out and said, "Even Cayden wouldn't have been able to talk me out of fuckin Bradley up till…" He bit back his words. Damn!! He blew out again, his eyes blazing fiercely.

"Thank you, Weston," She said quietly, meeting his glowing ice-blue gaze.

"You know I love you so much, diamond," He said. "I do, my love."

And that's true. Jigyasa thought. She was even surprised that he listened and didn't get mad at her for mentioning Bradley. No one else could have risked his or her life to say a word to Weston. God knows how scared she was.

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All sweaty, Jasmine was leaning against the cupboard in the kitchen. She'd served her mistress dinner…and it was ten thirty PM already.

Her arm was hurting so badly that she was sobbing. Bianca had really got her. She never even saw that coming. She never for once thought Bianca could be so cruel. She didn't even realize Bianca saw her when she left.

Now…she was gonna tell Mr. Brooks?!! God knows she didn't have the nerve to stand before him! How would she start?? Jasmine thought nervously. Her whole body was shaking.

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The sudden slam of the door sent her flinching and her heart leaped to her throat. Oh my God! Oh, my God!!! He's back! He's back!!! Her bewildered eyes were wide. She gulped hard as her body stiffened. She held her breath.

Holding his briefcase, he walked across the living room.

Jasmine's heart was slamming violently in her throat and a burning sensation was soaring in her chest as fright engulfed her. Her whole body was twitching. He's coming!!! She thought nervously. Sh…should…she? Oh my God! Oh my God!

The world seems to be revolving around her aching head. Her head was banging brutally. Good Lord, please…she was gonna faint.

He was approaching the stairs!!! Oh God!!!! Can she do this!!! She could feel sweat sliding down between her thighs.

"G…good evening M…Mr. Brooks!" She said breathlessly without even knowing, emerging from the kitchen. Her heart was going to jump out of her mouth! Oh God!

"Good evening, Jasmine," He mumbled without even stopping.

Without even looking at her??! She sighed. Not that he answered her warmly. His response to her greeting was cold enough to freeze the little atom of courage she'd managed to gather. Now, this was it!! So awkward.

Crap!

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"G…good evening, Cayden," Elodre quivered. She'd not been greeting him since this issue exploded. Sitting on the bed, she was watching him.

But he ignored her. He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and tossed it to the crotch by their wardrobe.

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Elodre was already lying on the bed when he got out of the bathroom in his sexily wrapped towel on his waist. She couldn't take her eyes off his chemistry. The perfect curves of his huge muscles were breathtaking. He was so huge. His broad chest to his packs were flawlessly lined.

As he took off the towel, Elodre could cry for the pure masculinity of his bare body. His white thick skin was spotless. Eyes trailing from his head to his big toes, she admired how muscular and firm his thighs were. They were so enormous and powerful. She was twitching desperately for him.

Oh god! She wished…she just wished...

Gone are the days when she could walk up to him and touch him whenever she wanted to. Those days when she used to hop into his arms whenever he returned from work…and he held her warmly, bestowing his tenderness and love upon her. She thought as tears welled up in her eyes.

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In his shorts, he sat on the bed and rested both elbows on his huge thighs. His countenance was grim. Exhaling, his left elbow angled as he placed his left palm on his left thigh. He blew out again and said roughly, "Come here, Elodre."

And her heart leaped to her throat. Whenever he calls her like this it frightens her. Quietly, she got out of bed in her nightgown and sat beside him. She shifted a bit from his sharp elbow that was pointing at her as she was sitting by his left-hand side. She didn't dare to look at him.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me about what my mom did?!" His low voice was laced with anger. "Why the hell did you hide it from me?!" He shot a glare at her and she shuddered.

She looked away from him, lowering her gaze upon her twitching hands.

"I'm talking to you!!!" He yelled and she flinched away from him. His eyes narrowed. Damnit! "Now get your fuckin ass here!! Come here!!"

All shivering, fear was glowing in her eyes as she was standing a little bit far from him. Oh, God, she can't…she can't go close to him anymore. Burning tears were rolling down her cheeks as she whimpered…and Cayden's eyes reddened. She could see him trembling with rage while scowling at her.

"Don't let me lose my cool with you, Elodre!!!" Pointing a finger at her, he said in a low angry voice between gritted teeth. "Do not push me!"

She was overwhelmed by his roughness. "P…please…Cay…"

"Don't you dare say my fuckin name!!" He sprang up from the bed in a fit of rage.

She cried in fear, stumbling backward. Her face was damp with tears. "Pl…please…" She whimpered, leaning against the door. "Pl…please… don't hit me," She pleaded shakily. "Please…"

And that surprised Cayden. He never expected her to say that. Exactly what he wanted to do, but….but her pleas. He just couldn't stand his wife being so scared of him to the point of plea.

He…

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