Rebirth of Billionaire's Wife (Eveline)

Chapter 392 392: When will all of this end

Inside the room, Mischelle watched as Jedrick sat, completely immersed in his work. Despite his focus, he still managed to notice her lingering gaze.

"Am I attractive, darling?" he asked casually, his voice laced with amusement.

The question made Mischelle's lips twitch in irritation, but the moment she caught sight of the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, she rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"How long are you planning to keep me isolated? By now, everyone knows you married me," she snapped, her tone sharp enough to make Jedrick lean back slightly in his chair.

He studied her furious expression, eyes locked on his as if she were peeling away his layers, one by one, intent on devouring him whole.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "What do you want to do?" he asked, surprising her.

Mischelle blinked, thrown off by his calm and composed response. She'd expected him to snap, to shut the conversation down the moment she brought it up. His patience only deepened her suspicion, but she didn't voice it.

Instead, she straightened her spine and held her ground. "I don't like being stuck here when I have a job waiting for me back in my hometown," she stated firmly.

Jedrick nodded, as if genuinely understanding. "So, you want to work?" he asked.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "Glad you finally understood."

in his chair, faintly amused by the sharpness in her voice. He couldn't help but marvel at how, even after

front of me — like this?" Jedrick mused, his voice

she couldn't hold back

such a sadist, Jedrick," she snapped. "Don't you have any shame, after everything

from his eyes, replaced by a glacial coldness. Yet the smug curve of his lips stayed, fixed

family, Mischelle," he said, his voice lowering, heavy and sharp like the crack of a glacier splitting in the

between them, chilling the air and tightening the silence

left his mouth, as if he had long since accepted the truth that they were never really his family. The love, the care his parents once showered on him —

do you hate them so much?" Mischelle

her chest, making her heart cling to a fragile thread of hope — hope for even the smallest trace

than a means to purge the drugs from his system — and in doing so, had cost himself the ability

had unknowingly given her the one thing he thought he'd lost — his sperm.

a shadow from her past. He was the haunting nightmare she'd tried so hard to forget, the one she never wanted to dream of again. And yet, here she was.

end?" Mischelle murmured, the question slipping from her lips before

she

Jedrick said, his voice steady and clear — like the calm ripple

to steady itself, thrown into disarray by the weight of his answer. She stared at him, searching his expression for any sign of doubt,

Jedrick's expression shifted in an instant, his

gaze deepened, and Mischelle knew — whoever was at that door wasn't bringing