The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 120 - 118

Chapter 120: Chapter 118

Ariel got smacked by the bouquet, leaving a faint mark on her cheek. She held her face, staring at me in disbelief. This was the first time I’d ever laid a hand on her, my previous offenses were only verbal

"Eliana, I just came to check on you, I mean. I have no idea what this bouquet thingy is all about, " Ariel said with tears in her eyes.

She didn’t know? Didn’t the florist tell her? Always trying to get under my skin with her petty tricks.

"C’mon, cut the act and get out of my sight, now!" I warned her coldly, "Or I’ll have you thrown out."

Ariel left, tears streaming down her face

This was supposed to be a small blip, but later that night, I received a video from Sofia. It showed me in the hospital room, flinging the bouquet at Ariel and ordering her to get out of my sight.

The video was edited, it was only a few seconds long and the only dialog was, "Get out of my sight!"

Ariel’s helpless and pitiful appearance drew a lot of sympathy, including from some old friends and classmates, all defending her. In their eyes, Ariel was still the innocent and kind girl they knew. Even if she’d become a homewrecker, it was not her fault.

I couldn’t care less. Let Ariel take that video to Damon for some comfort or to cry on his shoulder, I chose to ignore it all.

What surprised me was that Damon never came looking for me, nor did he stand up for Ariel because of the bouquet–throwing incident. I was left in peace, able to focus on the baby until all signs of bleeding were gone. After a series of tests, I was finally discharged.

Before leaving, the doctor instructed me, "Ms. Brooks, your health isn’t great. You must ensure plenty of rest, a balanced diet, avoid overworking, and keep your emotions stable."

I took the doctor’s advice to heart. Once home, I started thinking about work. Should I continue working, or take time off to have the baby? If I chose to keep working, there was a risk of miscarriage, but I hated the idea of quitting.

As I was debating, the doorbell rang.

"Jones?" I was surprised to see him at my door.

He was wearing a brown trench coat, his hair a bit shorter, looking refreshed. More importantly, he was carrying a suitcase.

"You’ve lost weight again," Jones began to scold as soon as he saw me, "Have you been skipping meals? If you keep this up, you’ll harm your health."

"Why are you here?" I asked in surprise.

"Work assignment," Jones said blandly, "I’ll be working at a local hospital for a good half a year."

Before I could react, Jones had already walked into the living room and placed his suitcase next to the couch, "Eliana, I need a favor."

Closing the door, I asked with curiosity. "What favor do you need?"

"I need a place to stay temporarily. The hospital hasn’t arranged my accommodation yet. Can I stay here?" Jones asked.

Confused, I asked, "Stay here? Why not go to Damon? Isn’t he nearby? Or Nick."

Jones responded casually. "They don’t know I’m here."

Well, this was interesting. Was I closer to Jones than I was to Damon? I couldn’t help but recall Jones’s words, he didn’t like Ariel, and why couldn’t I be the one he was after? Could it be...

My heartbeat quickened, this was not a good sign. I had just extricate myself from Damon’s mess, how could I dive into Jones’s issues? Plus, Damon and Jones were good friends. If things got complicated between Jones and me, it’d definitely bring Damon back into my life.

"No, get a hotel!" Considering these factors, I refused Jones immediately.

"Because of Damon?" Jones was quick to catch on.

"He’s part of the reason, but mainly because it’s not appropriate for us to live together," I shook my head, remembering the few days Nicholas had stayed, my pregnancy was exposed. If Jones stayed for a few days, I couldn’t imagine what he’d find out. Being a doctor, he might notice something was off within a day.

Jones smiled helplessly. "Can I at least have dinner here? I’ll head to the hotel right after."

I couldn’t refuse this request and agreed.

I took out some ingredients from the fridge, but before I could start cooking, Jones took them from me, "I’ll do it"

He seemed a bit tired when he said this. When our hands brushed, his felt hot.

Watching Jones washing the vegetables, I asked worriedly. "Jones, you’re not running a fever, are you? Your hands feel hot."

"I’m fine," was all Jones said.

I walked up to him, fussing like a worried mother, "I have a thermometer, why don’t you go check your temperature? You’re a doctor, you just told me to take care of myself, but look at yourself. What if you pass out?"

As I reached out to touch Jones’s forehead, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, looking deep into my eyes. I froze, realizing my mistake. There was also something dangerous in Jones’s eyes.

"Why can Nicholas stay here but not me?" He suddenly asked.

"Who told you?" I was taken aback.

"Mitch." Jones’s gaze never left my face, as if searching for something.

Was Luna now the center of the gossip mill?

I pulled my wrist out of Jones’s grip, answering awkwardly, "Luna was messing around. Her brother only stayed for a couple of days’’

"Have you completely forgotten about Damon? Have you given up on any thoughts of revenge?’ Jones’s questions were changing quite quickly. I was confused, "What do you mean? You know we’re divorced, right?"

"I know, but if you still harbor any resentment, you can use me" Jones’s words shocked me more. I didn’t know how to respond, just staring blankly at him

He scrunched up his eyebrows, "Is it that hard to grasp? You can use me just like you use Joshua. I should be able to do a better job."

"Enough!" I suddenly shouted, my heart racing, "Jones, have you lost your mind? Aren’t you and Damon best buds? Do you realize how absurd you sound right now?"

Jones just chuckled, " I like you, isn’t that absurd enough?"