Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 461

I couldn't help but roll my eyes when he brazenly questioned me. After all the unspeakable deeds he'd

done, he had the gall to ask me whether I know the reason. The nerve of him was just astonishing.

Despite everything, I managed to maintain a cool composure as I faced him. It wasn't that I didn't want

to respond; I simply had nothing to say.

With his chest puffed out, he ranted, "Ever since I met you, you've acted all high and mighty, as if

you're above everyone else, ignoring my existence, disregarding all I've done for you!

You never truly loved me. I was just a pawn in your game of arrogance, a mere tool for you to flaunt

your superiority. You lavished gifts on me and my family just to show off, to bask in the admiration and

worship of others, to have them bend to your will and follow your every command. It was all about

showcasing your nobility and your indifference to everything!"

Watching him talking, I started to wonder when his eloquence had improved so much. Too bad the

substance of his speech was utterly flawed. Or maybe, it was just his frustration talking.

His expression was so repulsive I could hardly bear to look at him.

What a disgrace to such a good-looking face.

Then, with a sly smirk, he leaned in closer and said in a conspiratorial tone, "So I tested you, to

challenge that hidden haughtiness. And there it was, your true self emerged, the meek and mild facade

gone, revealing someone who bites back!"

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helplessness. It seemed the huge gap between us had always been there, right from the start.

He was the one hiding evil, masquerading as a gentleman.

Biases are like mountains; only by moving those mountains can one truly think clearly.

Take Jaylan, for example. He'd never thought things through properly because he was inherently

biased. Perhaps our paths crossing was a fundamental misalignment.

He belonged to his old world, where he could play the heartthrob to a succession of women, showing

them his many faces, getting them into bed with illusions of grandeur, moving on smoothly to the next

girl after each brief affair.

It was I who pulled him from his track, not only exposing him to the positive energy of the sunlight but

also granting him a wealth that he'd always desired but could never attain.

The role reversal was too quick for him; he was stunned, overwhelmed, and lost. Yet, he felt

constrained by me, shackled, tied down. It led him to desperately seek an escape.

It was truly pathetic.

But there was no turning back. Even if he wanted to, he could never return to his old world.

Because back then, he was a brute, and now, he was something worse.

Seeing that I remained silent, not engaging in his tirade, Jaylan grew increasingly agitated.

"Aaliyah, I'm right, aren't I?" He poured himself another drink and downed it in one go.

I knew it was time to put a stop to this. If he kept drinking, we'd never get to any serious conversation.

Any woman who came to get their hair done, if I fancied her, I made sure she ended up in my bed!

None could escape my grasp! Can you keep up with that?"

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I looked at him, unfazed, as if he were just a steaming pile of garbage.

"What's wrong? Are you mad?" He was puzzled by my unreactive demeanor. "But I'll admit, you're

different from those other women, hard to conquer."