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Chapter 35
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“Why on earth are you lurking around here?”
Jane’s demeanor suddenly brightened, a twinkle of amusement sparkling in her eyes. She had caught Drake off guard, and it was evident by the faint blush on his cheeks.
“Disappointed, are you?” she teased, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Consider yourself lucky that Annie wasn’t within earshot. If she had heard those words, you’d never know a moment’s peace again.”
Drake’s brows furrowed, a mix of confusion and curiosity crossing his face.
“After all these years, after witnessing everything Annie’s capable of, do you honestly believe she’d just throw in the towel? She’s been yearning to become your Mrs. Warner for far too long, enduring endless wait and heartache. How could she simply abandon her aspirations?” Jane’s voice resonated with a calm yet sorrowful tone, echoing a hint of Annie’s deep–seated sadness.
Now annoyed by Jane’s presence and the trace of embarrassment he exhibited, his irritation seeped into his words, mingling with a touch of disdain. “What are you doing here?”
“Honestly, I didn’t have the faintest desire to set foot in this place, especially in the dead of night. If it wasn’t for some scheming individual who dared to call and lure me here, I would have thought they were certifiably insane!” she exclaimed, her voice seething with anger.
Make no mistake, Jane knew exactly what kind of place this was. There was nothing good about a man finding himself in such a locale!
As her disdainful words reached his ears, his expression turned dark. He had no reason to be in this wretched place, and he hadn’t come willingly.
Today, it was Annie’s words that left him feeling confused and unsure, and It was William’s encouragement that ultimately pushed him to be here. But Jane paid no mind to his thoughts. She was determined to seek the answers she desired now that she found herself in this situation.
“Drake, tell me straight: am I Zac’s mother?” Jane demanded, her words filled with intensity. The sudden question made Drake recover from his thoughts, and he turned his gaze towards her with eyes as dark as the night sky.
“What if I say ‘no‘?”
“If he is indeed my biological child, then he is mine. I want to take him with me,” Jane asserted with solemnity.
“Are you joking? Regardless of whether he is biologically yours or not, you have no right to take him away. He belongs to my family,” he replied icily.
“I’m simply asking you, isn’t it the right thing to do?” Jane understood the immense challenge of taking Yuyan away, but her primary concern now was to ascertain whether Zac was truly her own flesh and blood.
“Have a sip, and I will tell you,” Drake responded, sweeping his arm to reveal a line of wine
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glasses arranged neatly in front of Jane.
“I won’t drink it,” she replied, turning away from him, displaying her disdain for his
company.
But Drake remained unfazed. He nonchalantly filled a glass with wine, downing it in a single gulp.
“If you’re not up for a drink, you can hit the road, but then you won’t have a clue about Zac,” he retorted.
Jane glared at the apathetic figure before her, a surge of anger coursing through her veins. This man had an uncanny ability to ruffle her feathers, and it wasn’t a promising sign.
She cast a hesitant glance at the tempting wine in front of her, deliberating for a moment. Finally, with gritted teeth, she reached out and took the glass, fixing her intense gaze on the
man.
“Hmph, you’d better stick to your end of the bargain.”
After her words flowed from her lips, she eagerly took a generous gulp, allowing the fiery sensation to dance on her taste buds. A perplexed expression etched across Jane’s face. “This wine packs a punch!” she exclaimed, clearly caught off guard by its potency.
It wasn’t that Jane was unfamiliar with the art of drinking. In faraway lands, during moments of stress, she would pour herself a glass of wine. However, those were always mild varieties with low alcohol content.
This wine, on the other hand, was a force to be reckoned with. She feared that a few sips too many would lead her to stumble down the path of inebriation.
As Jane continued to drink, Drake’s behavior suddenly brightened. He wasn’t vexed, not at all. They engaged in a playful game of “yours” and “mine,” as if engaged in a friendly rivalry.
By the time they paused for breath, Jane’s cheeks grew flushed, and her mind became slightly hazy from the intoxicating effect. Drake, too, found himself succumbing to the drink’s allure.
Unbeknownst to them, William had a cunning plan in motion. He had deliberately chosen the strongest wine available, determined to witness Drake’s downfall. Coupled with his already somber disposition, Drake consumed a fair amount, and now he willingly joined Jane in her intoxicated state.
With the final hollow bottle slipping from her grasp, Jane fought off the irresistible pull of sleep, mustering the last dregs of her energy to confront the man seated beside her. “Spill it out now. Is Zac my flesh and blood?” Her flushed cheeks betrayed a mix of anticipation and defiance as she stared him down, her vision blurred and muddled. Her countenance remained vivid and transparent, her lips stained with a touch of powder. Yet, in her intoxicated state, Jane struggled to stay upright, her attempts at standing met with frustration and irritation.
In a desperate bid to regain some semblance of clarity, she fished out a cigarette from Drake’s pocket and attempted to light it, hoping the smoke would anchor her wandering thoughts. However, just as she drew in a breath to steady herself, a large hand swooped in
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from the side, snatching the cigarette away.
“Who on earth taught you to smoke, anyway?”
Jane seethed with anger as her cigarette was snatched away from her grasp. She whirled around, her eyes burning with fury, determined to reclaim what was rightfully hers. Drake’s sudden proximity irked her, and she didn’t appreciate his intrusion.
“Drake, give me back my cigarette.”
Drake responded coolly, “No smoking.”
“Why do you even care about me? Just hand it over,” Jane retorted. With a defiant determination, she tried to reach for the cigarette, stretching on her tiptoes.
Upon hearing her words, he nonchalantly discarded the cigarette he held. Swiftly, he turned around and encircled her slender waist with one hand while the other firmly grasped her chin, gently lifting it upward.
“Why should I care about you? You’re the mother of my child,” he revealed, his words. hanging in the air, shocking Jane to her core. Her widened eyes mirrored her disbelief, but before she could voice the questions swirling in her heart, his wine–scented lips pressed against hers, overwhelming her with their dominance.
It wasn’t just a fleeting touch; it was a possessive conquest, a fierce nibble that left her momentarily speechless. In that fleeting moment, Jane’s consciousness blurred, consumed entirely by the man before her.
As the dawn broke, golden rays of sunlight streamed into the room, casting their radiant glow upon the expanse of the bed. It was this gentle touch of daylight that danced on her eyelids, coaxing her to wake from her slumber.
Her eyes scanned the room, and her heart skipped a beat in shock at the sight of the unfamiliar furniture surrounding her. A rush of adrenaline propelled her into an upright position, and her gaze landed on a strikingly handsome face next to her.
A wave of despair washed over Jane, threatening to drown her in melancholy.
Oh, Jane, you’re not one to fear death, but now you find yourself teetering on the edge of this man’s grasp once more.
With an irritated gesture, she reached up to massage her temples, hoping to alleviate the mounting frustration. She mustered the strength to slip out of bed, her movements light and cautious, as if she were tip toeing through a field of delicate flowers. Collecting her scattered garments, she retreated into the bathroom, intending to vanish into the mist
without a trace.
But just as she emerged from the bathroom, a voice resonating with an air of authority pierced through the silence, jolting her senses.
“Do you believe you can flee without bearing the consequences of your actions?” His words rang in her ears.
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