Reborn Heiress: Married To My Ex-Husband's Rival
Chapter 30 Jack’s Comeback

Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Jack’s Comeback

"Kingsley.." Jasmine’s weak tone called out but her voice seemed to have lit a bulb in Kingsley’s head.

Kingsley quickly detached from her like she was some plague, before Jasmine could call out to him, he was gone.

The door shut loudly after him as he hurried out of the room leaving Jasmine who was staring with her lips open.

’What happened?’ Her eyes shrieked when she remembered being outside, a sharp pain hit her and then, she passed out.

She slowly placed her hand on her forehead to massage it while lowering herself down to relax on the bed.

"Is he upset?" Jasmine asked no one in particular, still massaging her forehead to relieve the dull pain she was feeling.

The way he had left abruptly lingered in her mind, she wondered if he was upset or just, maybe concerned.

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Rushing into his room, he shut his room’s door with a loud thud noise.

His ragged breathing filled the room as he rampaged the safe he had in his room, his eyes grew even more redder as he kept panting hard.

His whole body was shaking slightly as he hurriedly and mindlessly searched for his drugs.

He quickly snatched one bottle when he saw it, his trembling hands tried to open the cap but it was near impossible thereby heightening his frustration.

Kingsley growled as he smashed the can on the hard-tiled floor of his room and the pills came rushing out.

Kingsley didn’t waste time to grab a few pills and directly threw them into his mouth.

His eyes darkened a little, the panting continued as he collapsed on the cold floor of his room, looking exhausted. He lay in the middle of the pills all over the floor.

For a moment, his anxiety was almost eating him raw. The fear of someone dying in his house ate him.

Seeing Jasmine in that condition earlier made him shake terribly in panic.

"Argh.." He whimpered as his vision shook, his head started to bang as he grabbed onto his head.

The pain continued for a while until he was almost out of energy.

Slowly, Kingsley’s breathing became shallow, sleep consuming him as he fell asleep on the cold floor of his room.

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Waking up the next morning, Jasmine slipped her legs out of bed as she dragged her tired self into the bathroom to prepare for work.

She would resume work at Trevor’s group today and have another bad day with Lorraine at the office.

Staring at herself in the mirror, she slowly washed her teeth, there were some dark circles under her eyes because of the lack of sleep last night.

She sighed before rinsing off the mouthwash from her mouth, she washed her face and wiped it clean with a napkin.

Her phone she kept on the counter started to vibrate, Jasmine didn’t waste time to swipe on the answer button, connecting the call.

"Hello, Mom." Jasmine greeted her mother, Margaret’s voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Hello dear, sorry I’ve not been able to call you for the past few days, I have been busy importing some new antiques and also...You know your dad is still mad about you getting married to Kingsley Elm." Her mother started to explain herself the moment the call went through.

Jasmine sighed. "It’s okay, ma. I understand. Did you finally get that antique owned by the famous Art Nouveau you’ve always talked about?"

Margaret started to giggle, the topic of Antique always interested her. "Well, unfortunately, I couldn’t get my hands on it because someone else bid higher so I just painstakingly let it go." She let out a mouthful of breath at the end.

"Another buyer? That’s sad. You must have felt like grabbing the person’s hair out." Jasmine laughed as she entered her room, skimming through her closet for what to wear.

The phone was pressed between her left ear and shoulder blade as she searched for her clothes.

"Embarrassingly, I went over to check how the bidder was going to carry the antique home. I stared in hurt." The mother and daughter’s conversation lasted for a few more minutes and in the end,Mrs Trevor fed Jasmine with a bunch of advice on how a wife should behave and please her husband.

Jasmine had an earful before the call ended at last. Jasmine sighed before throwing her phone on the bed. She went into the shower for a quick bath after which, she started to get dressed.

Jasmine wore grey pants and a black blouse with a matching black low heel. She applied some eye shadow and foundations to cover the dark circles. She tied her hair before going downstairs for breakfast.

At the thought of breakfast, Jasmine grimaced,remembering she would be eating greenish stuff from now on.

She came downstairs only to meet the most breathtaking sight. Her eyes locked on Kingsley who was placing several bowls of dishes on the dining table.

He was wearing a grey shirt that clung to his broad shoulder and muscles, both sleeves were rolled up halfway accentuating well-toned arms.

He leaned over to the table slightly as he remained focused on the task, Jasmine felt hypnotized by the scene.

Like a work of art, his movements were precise and delicate as he set the bowls down on the table, his thick black hair fell on his face covering a side of his face. A small frown was on his face, his eyes scrutinized the table to check if everything was in order.

Feeling an intense gaze on him, Kingsley’s eyes looked up towards the stairs, catching Jasmine off guard.

A small gasp escaped Jasmine’s lips before quickly averting her eyes shyly, her face turning red in embarrassment at being caught red-handed in action.

Kingsley only smiled a little which died down afterward as he called out. "Good morning, Breakfast is ready. Come eat." He invited as he pulled out his chair.

Jasmine cleared her throat awkwardly as she moved towards the dining hall and also pulled out a chair opposite Kingsley’s.

"Good morning," Jasmine mumbled, still feeling hot as if he was about to mock her for staring.

Kingsley didn’t bother as he picked up his spoon to have a taste of the soup he made. He looked up from his food to look at Jasmine. "Well..." he straightened his back while dropping his spoon.

Jasmine looked up at Kingsley with a solemn face when she saw the usual greenish vegetables and some seafood.

Kingsley cleared his throat. "You are free to drink this soup and have a little amount of rice today. Tomorrow you can continue with the unprocessed foods."

Hearing that, Jasmine’s eyes lightened up as she quickly served herself some food. That look of satisfaction filled her face again when she took a mouthful of soup in her mouth.

"You are a great cook."

"Mhm..my mom taught me how to cook," Kingsley uttered dryly before drinking from his soup slowly and calmly.

"Was she a chef?? Because she taught you well." Jasmine sighed.

Kingsley threw her a glance before concentrating on his food again. "Yeah,she was." His words came out as a whisper.

Jasmine didn’t say any more words as she enjoyed her meal. When full, she appreciated him. "Thank you for breakfast."

He nodded without looking up from his phone. Seeing that she was done there, she stood up to go drop the plates but Kingsley stopped her. "It’s okay. I’ll do that, go get dressed for work, I’ll be leaving home late today so I’ll do the dishes."

A smile stretched on Jasmine’s face as she inclined her head to the side to stare at him. Feeling that gaze, a confused look formed on Kingsley’s face as he gushed out. "What?"

Jasmine shook her head before choosing to walk away, leaving with the thoughts of how Kingsley was the opposite of how the rumor portrayed him...or was he pretending?

Halfway through the step, Kingsley called out to her. "Jasmine.." making her pause in her tracks.

"Just wanted to let you know that Jack will be holding a press conference today to announce his comeback. According to what I heard, he wants to partner with your father’s company, The Trevor’s group." He informed her coolly.

"My dad??" Jasmine frowned, what the heck was her father doing lately?? Firstly, he brought Lorraine back to LA and now...he wants to partner with Jack!!!

’What is Dad up to?’

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