365 Days of Rejected Proposal: CEO's Rebellious Pet-Chapter 160: The Little Wife Leaning Against Another Man’s Embrace
When Jenson walked out of the hospital room, he was greeted by this scene.
On the bench across the hall, the slender and beautiful woman was quietly leaning and sleeping soundly on the shoulder of a gentle and composed man.
And the woman was wrapped in the man’s coat.
Jenson’s handsome face darkened instantly, his voice cold and sharp, "Zinnia!"
Zinnia was jolted awake, and she heard Jenson’s voice in a daze.
Sensing someone beside her, she instinctively assumed it was Jenson.
She reached out, wrapped her arms around the man’s waist, and mumbled, "Mmm, why are you just coming out now... ah!"
Before Zinnia could finish her sentence, she was suddenly grabbed by the arm and lifted directly from the chair.
She stumbled right into Jenson’s cold and hard embrace.
The coat that wrapped her fell to the ground.
Zinnia fully awoke and opened her eyes, noticing Alaric standing up not far away, then looking up at Jenson’s unusually gloomy face, she realized what had happened.
Before she could explain, Jenson looked down coldly and spoke.
"Who were you just hugging?! Can’t you tell where your own man is?"
Just thinking about how this woman had thrown herself into another man’s arms right in front of him made Jenson’s heart burn with jealousy.
Zinnia felt a bit aggrieved by the reprimand.
Alaric couldn’t stand it and frowned.
"Young Master Forrest, aren’t you being too harsh and rough on her? She’s pregnant, yet you let her sleep in a hallway like this.
Don’t you know how troublesome it is for pregnant women to catch a cold? If you can’t take care of her properly, you shouldn’t have brought her back forcefully!"
Alaric’s words only fueled the fire, and Jenson’s eyes seemed to rage like a storm, as he wrapped an arm around Zinnia’s waist and said.
"My wife and child don’t need Young Master Hawthorne’s over-the-top concern. Clearly, I went too easy on you last time!"
The man’s hands felt like iron fists on Zinnia’s slender waist.
His fingers pressed right where she had been hit earlier, sending a wave of pain through her.
Zinnia thought of the scene in the hospital room earlier, feeling a bit upset, and seeing him come out and get angry without reason only made her feel more wronged.
Hearing Jenson mention that he had hit Alaric, Zinnia looked over at Alaric, and sure enough, she saw the bruise on his right cheek from before.
Zinnia felt a surge of anger and pushed Jenson away, frowning.
"Third Brother, haven’t you said enough?! I just accidentally fell asleep, Senior Brother was worried I’d catch a cold and put a coat on me, is that really worth all this?
The incident at the airport last time, I also asked Senior Brother for help, if you want to blame someone, blame me, why involve others!"
Zinnia felt wronged, if only Jenson remembered she was waiting outside.
If he had come out sooner, would she have fallen asleep on the bench?
Why was it that before he could hug Crystal in front of her, and when she didn’t mean anything by it, he would get so angry!
Jenson didn’t expect Zinnia to push him away.
At this moment, her stance clearly sided with Alaric.
Jenson’s whole demeanor seemed to ice over, he looked deeply at Zinnia, his lips pressed tightly together.
Zinnia felt a bit intimidated by his frightening gaze, and her agitation and sadness felt like salt being rubbed into her heart, pricking at her.
For a moment, she almost wanted to weakly apologize.
But she clenched her fists, holding back.
Jenson saw her stubbornness, and his eyes gradually quieted, only letting out a cold scoff.
"Very good, impressive indeed."
With that, the man looked away and left Zinnia without a backward glance.
Zinnia stood there, watching his cold, solitary figure walk away, her eyes burning with heat.
"Zinnia, I’m sorry. It’s my fault, I should have woken you up just now."
Seeing Jenson leave, Alaric spoke apologetically.
Zinnia bent down to pick up the coat from the ground, brushed off the dust, and handed it to him, looking at the bruise on his face.
"Senior Brother, I’m sorry. I’m apologizing on behalf of my husband."
Alaric took the coat, understanding the distance in Zinnia’s words.
His heart sank, "Zinnia, have you... decided to go back?"
He also noticed Zinnia’s change in how she referred to Jenson.
Zinnia felt a bit embarrassed but met Alaric’s gaze and nodded.
"Senior Brother, I’ve loved him for more than ten years, and now with a baby, I can’t let him go."
Alaric’s hand hanging by his side clenched suddenly, feeling a dull, bitter pain in his heart.
He wanted to say, but Zinnia, do you know?
There was also someone who had liked you silently for many years, from junior high to now, crossing all their youth just to like you.
But seeing Zinnia’s clear eyes, he couldn’t say those words.
Ultimately, he didn’t want to disturb her too much, fearing that saying those words would mean they couldn’t even be friends anymore.
In the end, he just smiled warmly, "I’m not that fragile, a punch is nothing, especially since Young Master Forrest did hold back. He probably acted like that because he was jealous."
Jealous?
Zinnia doubted it, it was likely just a man’s possessive nature.
If he was jealous, could he have just left her there with Alaric and walked away?
Zinnia allowed herself a bitter smile and changed the topic, "Senior Brother, what brings you here?"
She remembered that Alaric had already submitted his resignation to this hospital and left.
"A patient I used to take care of had a situation, and the new doctor isn’t very familiar with the medical history, so I just came by since I was free."
Zinnia nodded, knowing Alaric was a very responsible doctor.
"Have you given up on studying abroad? Zinnia, you should consider it carefully." Alaric suddenly said again.
A woman trapped in marriage will only wither away slowly.
Moreover, standing by a man like Jenson isn’t an easy thing to do.
Zinnia is a gem, and Alaric hoped she would shine, not willingly hide away in the golden cage a man built.
Zinnia smiled, "Don’t worry, Senior Brother, I worked hard to get the chance to study abroad, I have no plans of giving it up."
Seeing her determination, Alaric said no more, only smiling, "Mimi has grown into an old cat already, would you be interested in coming by to see her sometime?"
Mimi was a wounded stray cat Zinnia saved in junior high, unable to keep, ultimately taken in by Alaric.
Zinnia didn’t expect Mimi to still be alive, she nodded in surprise.
"Sure! I’d love to, Senior Brother, let me know when you’re free."
After bidding farewell to Alaric, Zinnia walked toward Jenson’s hospital room, but stopped as she turned a corner.
Because not far ahead, a tall figure was standing by the French windows, a cigarette held between long fingers.
The man took a drag, exhaling blue-white smoke slowly, his handsome face dark and cold, his figure seemingly lonely and forlorn.
So noble and calm, normally aloof, yet now appearing so vulnerable, it struck a chord.
Zinnia froze, her heart skipping a beat.
Was he waiting for her?
Zinnia felt a sting at her nose, suddenly too afraid to approach.
She feared that this was an illusion, that he didn’t actually care.
Or that he was standing there, not waiting for her.
