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."

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

mused,

words darkened Mischelle's expression, and she couldn't hold back the sharp retort

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

fleeting second, his smile faltered. The warmth drained from his eyes, replaced by a glacial

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

between them, chilling the air and tightening the silence like

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

so much?" Mischelle asked

her heart cling to a fragile thread

purge the drugs from his system — and in doing so, had cost himself

fate had rewritten that ending. Against all odds, he had unknowingly given her the one thing he thought he'd lost — his sperm. And

to forget, the one she never wanted to dream of again. And yet, here

the question slipping from her lips before she could stop

reply she

like the calm

disarray by the weight of his answer. She stared at him, searching his expression for any sign of doubt, any hint of what he truly meant — but all she found

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

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