Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 108

After a refreshing night's sleep, I took my time preparing for the day, applying a gorgeous layer of

makeup, and grabbing my purse before stepping out of the house.

Upon seeing my all-dolled-up appearance, Zora immediately grew suspicious. I noticed her peeking

behind the curtains as I drove off.

Once I reached the community gate, I parked my car in the nearby lot and stood by the roadside.

Before long, I spotted Zora's car emerging from the community. The sight of her following me brought a

smile to my face.

Soon, a luxurious car pulled up beside me. A tall, handsome man stepped out and, with a charming

smile, graciously opened the car door for me. I gracefully stepped inside.

We left the community, with Zora's car tailing not too far behind us. We drove to a fancy hotel where the

gentleman parked the car and led the way inside.

Just before entering the hotel, I stole a glance behind, only to see Zora sneaking in after us. I gave an

'ok' gesture to the person inside the room, anticipating the drama that was about to unfold.

Twenty minutes later, we heard an expected knock on the door. The knocking sounded hostile. I quickly

sprawled on the living room couch while my escort, still drying his hair, went to answer the door.

The man who stormed in was Jaylan, with a smirking Zora following close behind him.

Feigning surprise, I jumped up from the couch, asking, “Jaylan…what are you doing here?”

Jaylan, with bloodshot eyes, bellowed, “How could I miss such a wonderful scene?”

I was baffled by Jaylan's rage. Was he really that concerned about me? After all, wasn't he planning to

harm me? His fury seemed a little too exaggerated. What a good actor!

My confused expression seemed to convince him that I was scared.

“Aaliyah, are you begging for trouble?” Jaylan roared, pointing at the man who had brought me here,

“Who is this man? What are you up to?”

Meanwhile, Zora leaned against the wall, enjoying the spectacle.

“Sir, this isn’t your place to create a scene,” my escort said, gesturing towards the door, “Please leave

immediately.”

Jaylan, blinded by rage, swung a punch at him, only to stumble forward when he missed. I let out a

gasp. This commotion caused a group of people to rush out from the next room, led by Gevena, a

prominent businesswoman and wife of the Business Bureau's Director, followed by a line of elegantly

dressed women, including the pregnant Janice, who was gently rubbing her belly while observing the

chaos.

“What’s going on? What is this about?” Gevena demanded, and then recognizing Jaylan, she asked,

“Mr. Dawson? What’s happening here?”

Trying to salvage the situation, I rushed over to Jaylan, pleading with Gevena, “Gevena, I’m sorry!”

Janice, never one to shy away from drama, chimed in, “From Mr. Dawson’s reaction, it looks like he’s Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

here to catch his wife in the act. Quite an entrance, wouldn’t you say?”

At her words, everyone turned to look at Jaylan, their eyes filled with mockery.

Catherine, a notorious gossip, couldn’t resist chiming in, “What a show! Jaylan, you didn’t really come

here suspecting your wife of infidelity, did you? Considering her condition, if she were up to something,

wouldn’t she be too exhausted to sit up straight? You really don’t trust her, do you?”

I played the part of the repentant wife, repeatedly denying the accusations and trying to defend Jaylan.

“Catherine, enough! Jaylan didn’t mean...he…”