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."

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

for you, and you just stay here — right in front of me — like this?" Jedrick mused, his voice smooth but edged with mockery. "Like a fierce little cat, ready to pounce and sink her

expression, and she couldn't hold back the

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

by a glacial coldness. Yet the smug curve of his

glacier splitting in the dead of winter. "They were never mine.

air and tightening the

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 — none of it had ever mattered to him. His heart had been too consumed by something deeper, something darker. Revenge. For a wound that had been festering for far too

so much?" Mischelle asked quietly, unable to hold the question

spoken about it face-to-face. The weight of the moment tightened around her chest, making her heart cling to a fragile thread of hope — hope for even the smallest trace of humanity in him. But that hope slipped through

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

had rewritten that ending. Against all odds, he had unknowingly given her the one thing he thought he'd

she never wanted to dream of again. And yet, here she was. Married to him. Facing him. Questioning the same man who had destroyed

will all of this end?" Mischelle murmured, the question slipping from her lips before she could stop

she received stunned

said, his voice steady and clear — like the calm

by the weight of his answer. She stared at him, searching his expression for any sign of doubt, any hint

their thoughts. Jedrick's expression shifted in an instant, his eyes narrowing and his features hardening as

and Mischelle knew —