Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 85 Broken Promises

Chapter 85 Broken Promises

This statement was particularly harsh, but she had no choice.

The hand that was trying to stop him had to let go, and Jacob had already reached for her down jacket.

Inside was a sweater, and underneath the sweater was a padded vest with another layer of warm

clothing inside.

He furrowed his brows in confusion and asked, "Are you an old lady? Why are you wearing so much?"

Avery blushed and bit her lip, replying, "I'm afraid of the cold."

Soon, Jacob realized something. Even though she was wearing so much, she didn't look fat at all. Just

how thin had she become?

Touching her skin, he could feel the sharp bones beneath her back, as if there was only a thin layer of

flesh covering them. When did she become so thin?

The wicked thought that had just crossed Jacob's mind disappeared completely, replaced by an

invisible sense of guilt.

Avery didn't know how things had escalated to this point. She stared at his pitch-black pupils with

displeasure. "Aren't you afraid that Layla will find out about this? Don't forget, we're already divorced."

Jacob's cold and cutting voice came through, "My affairs with her are none of your business. I agreed

to your proposal just now. From now on, you will take your father's place in making amends."

Avery quickly interjected, "What about Leno..."

"I will find him."

With his promise, Avery finally breathed a sigh of relief. The man's gaze locked onto her like a hook.

"And you, you must be at my beck and call whenever I need you."

Avery couldn't believe he had said this.

In the shimmering tears in her eyes, Jacob's icy fingertips brushed her cheek, his voice both frivolous

and contemptuous. "I suddenly realized something. It seems that I still desire your body. And every

time I touch you, you seem to be in agony."

Jacob's extremely cold gaze saw through her. "Is there a better way to torment you? You'd agree, All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

wouldn't you."

Avery, enduring the surging pain in her stomach, whispered faintly, "Jacob, do you think you might

regret treating me so wantonly and tormenting me one day?"

"I only know that I find pleasure in your pain."

Avery never expected that the relationship between them would turn into this.

At her request, Jacob took her back to her apartment. "Won't you invite me up for a cup of coffee?"

At this time, it was clear what he meant. He wanted to finish what they hadn't in the car.

And she had no reason to refuse.

Isabella had returned to her own home these past few days, leaving the apartment empty.

The door opened, and Avery didn't even have time to turn on the lights and take off her shoes. She

rushed straight to the bathroom, emptying her stomach of its contents.

After vomiting, her head cleared a bit, but her stomach was now in even greater pain, stinging from the

harshness of the alcohol.

She was in so much pain that she curled up on the floor like a shrimp, sweat pouring down her face.

This kind of agony spread from her stomach to every inch of her body, and even her every breath

carried waves of pain.

Avery's head was throbbing, and she felt like she might be dying.

She bit her lip tightly, afraid to let out even the slightest sound.

Jacob waited outside for a while but didn't see her come out. He knocked on the bathroom door.

"Avery, what's wrong with you?"

"I... I'm fine," she forced herself to speak. "Just wait a moment. I'll be out after I clean up."

After all, she had just had a check-up a few days ago, so Jacob didn't think about her having a serious

illness.

He simply thought Avery was feeling embarrassed and walked away.

He had no idea that, at this moment, Avery was clutching her stomach, curled up in a ball, in so much

pain that she could barely catch her breath. Even moving a bit was a luxury.

Avery was filled with regret. She had been too reckless. Those two drinks had nearly cost her half her

life.