Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 142

After Jaylan had showered and grabbed a quick bite, I managed to ask him into bed but he was

insisting I join him. If I wasn't aware of his sly antics, I would be moved by his tenderness.

Even while sprawled on the bed, he boasted about his achievements at the meeting, his importance,

and how esteemed he felt. He was thirsty from all the talking and wanted to get up for a drink, but I

gently held him down.

"Relax, my hero," I said, "I'll get some water for you."

He looked at me with a cheeky grin, "Can you handle it?"

"Of course," I replied, reassuringly. "I've been keeping fit. Fetching a glass of water is no big deal." I

lovingly pushed him back onto the bed, "Wait here, and I'll be right back."

With that, I step out, soon returning with a glass of water and a pitcher for good measure.

"Here you go," I offered casually, "I brought extra so you don't have to keep getting up. Have you been Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

eating too many pretzels or something?"

"No, just been talking a lot lately," he admitted, downing the glass in one go.

I refilled his glass, chattering away, "You're going to have your hands full now with penetrating the

overseas market. We'll need to start hiring for international orders soon."

"We can solidify our status as the industry leader by doing that." Jaylan gloated.

"Well then, get some sleep." I advised, climbing into bed myself, "I'm a bit tired myself. I feel like an old

run-down car, ready for the scrapyard."

Jaylan laughed at my comment, reaching over to hold me. I pushed him away, "Sleep, and stop

messing around. You are energetic."

"Alright, let's sleep," he agreed, facing me, "If we secure this deal, we'll be the talk of the town, not just

in Goldenvale Town but in the entire industry."

I scoffed, teasing him, "You're different from everyone else. While they seek wealth, you seem to seek

fame. The best thing you can do is to return the money from our joint account. Don't forget, and the

deadline is in a week. Don't take my words lightly."

"Honey, you're such a money-grubber." He jested, "Once we get these international orders, won't you

have your money?"

"Don't make empty promises," I warned, "I mean what I say. Either I return to the company, or you

return the money. It's your choice." I was adamant about this.

Jaylan grumbled, "You're obsessed with money."

"You're right. I love money. Why else would I run a business? Just for the prestige?" I retorted, "Don't

the Dawsons need money for their needs?"

"Absolutely! My dear, you're the lady luck of the Dawson family." He was in high spirits, finding

everything amazing.

I watched him. Goodness, he was on cloud nine.

"Even those who barely know us are using my money." I hinted, "I'm benefiting the whole human race."

He pinched my nose and said, "Stop talking nonsense. You are always so snarky."

"Let's sleep. I'm tired." I yawned, pretending to settle in for the night.

"Alright, sleep," he agreed, soon falling silent.

"Jaylan?" I whispered, testing if he was asleep. No response.

I waited a while longer, then nudged him with my foot, "Honey, are you asleep?" Still no response.

Quickly, I slipped out of bed and hurried to his study. There it was, his bag with both his cell phones. He

must have been so excited that he'd forgotten about them.

I grabbed my phone and dialed a number. He picked up immediately and said, "I'm at the door."

"Got it!" No time for small talk, and I hung up, grabbed his bag, and dashed downstairs.