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."

marvel at how, even after everything, he still found himself tolerating her stubbornness. And that, more

stay here — right in front of me — like this?" Jedrick mused, his voice smooth but edged with mockery. "Like a

couldn't hold back the sharp retort building on

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

The warmth drained from his eyes, replaced by a glacial coldness. Yet the smug curve of his lips

have a family, Mischelle," he said, his voice lowering, heavy and sharp like the crack of a glacier splitting in the dead of winter. "They were never mine. And whatever I'm doing to them — they deserve every bit

chilling the air and

his parents once showered on him — none of it had ever mattered to him. His heart had

you hate them so much?" Mischelle asked quietly, unable to hold the

heart cling to a fragile thread of hope — hope for even the smallest trace of humanity in him. But that hope slipped through her fingers

had used her once, using her body as nothing more than a means to purge the drugs from his system —

the one thing he thought he'd lost — his sperm. And from

of again. And yet, here she was. Married to him. Facing him. Questioning the

end?" Mischelle murmured, the question

she

and clear — like the calm ripple of water after a

her. For a moment, her heart forgot how to steady itself, thrown into disarray by the weight of his answer. She stared at him, searching his expression for any sign of

between them stretched, tense and unbroken, until a sharp knock rattled the door, startling them both from their thoughts. Jedrick's expression shifted in an instant, his eyes

in his gaze deepened, and Mischelle knew —