Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 101

Jaylan was enjoying his meal when my words made him pause. Noticing my gaze, he hastily grabbed a

napkin to dab at the corners of his mouth, attempting to hide his stun.

Zora, sitting across from us, was also eyeing Jaylan. Clearly, she was also interested in the topic of This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

conversation.

Then I continued. "The boy is alert. He didn't say anything!"

Jaylan noticeably relaxed at this, nonchalantly got back to his meal.

I inwardly chuckled, thinking, “Damn it. I'm going to mess with you to see if you’ll freak out.”

So, I continued, "I had no choice but to take him back to his teacher. I wanted to take him home, but I

was afraid his father would be worried if he didn’t see his son when arriving school, so I didn't!"

Jaylan pretended he didn’t take my words to heart, but after a pause, his grip on his fork tightened. He

turned towards me with an awkward smile. "You’re a busybody, aren’t you?"

"Look at you! How can you say that? After all, Marissa used to work for us. We can't just sit back and

watch. It's dangerous for a child to be left alone!” I retorted and pretended to be curious. “The kid is

good-looking. Have you ever met his father?"

Jaylan lowered his gaze, picking up a piece of broccoli with his fork, "No, I haven't."

"How come? Didn't you attend her wedding?" My tone was skeptical.

Jaylan gave me a sidelong glance. "No, I didn't. When she left, the company was in a tight spot. She

quit at the worst possible time. I wouldn't be surprised if she did it on purpose. I have no good

impressions of her. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even bother to talk to her."

I was astounded. Since when had Jaylan become such a proficient liar? He was so full of it. Was this

the same Jaylan I used to know?

Back then, he was honest and unpretentious. He would blush and turn shy when talking to me, let

alone lie to my face. I started to suspect how he evolved into this monumental con artist that he is

today.

The more he acted this way, the more I continued to probe. "But didn't she bring her son to the office

once? You even bought him snacks and played with him like his father?"

I was teasing Jaylan on purpose to see how far he could stretch his lies.

Suddenly, I noticed Zora's hand gripping her cup tighter. I inwardly groaned, “Oh, right, I have forgotten

about the jealous one at home!”

Jaylan seemed annoyed, frowning at me. "Honey, how am I supposed to remember all these

insignificant details? You women love to gossip! You would believe anything."

"I'm not gossiping. It's just that I saw Evan today," I chuckled innocently, watching him squirm. It was

quite satisfying. "He's such a cute and clean boy. Even Probert said that your mom praises him all the

time as if he's her own grandson!”

Zora across the table pursed her lips in disdain.

I served Probert broccoli and continued, “This Marissa is a real mystery. Her husband seems as

mysterious as a ghost, and she's secretive about everything. But being able to send her child to a

prestigious private school, her husband must be doing well. I thought you would know him!”

“There’s plenty of well-off people!” Jaylan murmured.

“Of course, I’m curious who she’s married. After all, she used to be my subordinate, and she’s smart.

Why is she so secretive about her marriage and child?”

I suddenly acted like a gossiper, leaned toward Jaylan with an exaggerated look, and whispered, “Do

you think she might follow the trend and become someone's mistress? Why else would she be so

secretive about her husband? I might have to do a little digging!”