NovelEnglishChapter 78
Chapter 78
The crystal shattered with a sharp crack, the spilled liquid slithering across the polished table like a wounded snake. Jason slammed the broken glass down, his voice dripping with ice. “You call this service? A chipped glass? You’re fired!”
The waitress, pale as a ghost, crumbled to the floor in apology. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Wilson it won’t happen again, I promise!”
Jason’s scowl could curdle milk. The air grew thick with tension, causing even Greg to discreetly pull his hand away from Sophia. “Mistakes happen, Mr. Wilson,” Greg offered, trying to lighten the mood. “Let’s not get sidetracked. Let’s talk business, shall we?”
Sophia kept her head down, her eyes locked on the fractured glass. In the dim light, it looked strangely deliberate, the cracks spidering outwards like a web. A humorless smile played on her lips. So, Jason was cracking. Serves him right. He’d always prided himself on being unbreakable. Well, she aimed to be the thom in his side, a constant reminder of his betrayal
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe business talk went over her head. All she could focus on was the shattered glass, a symbol of Jason’s crumbling control. Suddenly, a voice slurred from above. “Con, sweetheart, have a drink with me.” Greg held his glass to her lips, offering vodka–a firewater that could easily knock her flat.
She hesitated for a moment, then a playful smile flickered on her lips. Reaching up, she draped her arms around Greg’s neck and climbed onto his lap. “Feed me,” she purred.
Greg, clearly flattered, tightened his grip on her waist and leaned in to pour her a shot. “Good girl,” he chuckled. “No wonder Mr. Willson brought you here. You know how to have a good time.”
In a sudden move, he grabbed her hips roughly. “Don’t hold back, beautiful, I adore a woman with fire in her, especially in the bedroom.” Sophia mumbled a vague agreement, her eyes sparkling with defiance
The two executives at the table exchanged nervous glances. They could practically feel the icy rage radiating from Jason. Witnessing this scene could easily get them labeled liabilities. After all, a wife entertaining other men wasn’t exactly a good look for Jason. Silence might be their only defense now.
Jason watched, his jaw clenched, as Sophia nestled into Greg’s lap, whispering secrets in his ear, ‘Despicable woman,‘ he thought, stomach churning. ‘How could she stoop so low as to cozy up to that old coot? Does she have no shame?”
Sophia forced down the burning liquor, a familiar anger rising within her. Coming here was the right move. This was her confirmation, her proof. His possessiveness meant he still cared. She wanted to know his breaking point, how much he could tolerate.
With this thought in mind, she slowly lifted her head, her crimson lips brushing against Greg’s pudgy cheek, leaving a bold stain. The temptation hung heavy in the air. As she pulled away, she saw what she’d been waiting for. Jason rose abruptly from his seat, the veins in his forehead throbbing like angry worms. ‘Finally,‘ she thought with a triumphant smirk.
Confused, Greg asked, “Leaving already, Mr. Wilson? Alright. No need to stay on my account. Time is precious, and I need to give this lovely lady in my arms the attention she deserves.”
Jason’s fist clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. Just as he was about to retort, the door swung open and a slender figure peeked
Mind if I join you?” It was Ada, looking stunning in a little black dress. She’d cwith Jason to inside. “Jason, I was bored stiff in that
Lust, supposedly to meet a friend wher. Jason had settled her in his private room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Sophia!” Ada gasped, her voice trembling as her eyes landed on Sophia. “What are you doing on another man’s lap in front of your husband?”
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Jason’s face darkened further. “This isn’t the place for you, Ada. Go back to your room.” He didn’t want Greg to know the woman in his lap
was his wife.
But Ada ignored him, marching right up to Sophia, “How could you?” she sputtered, her voice laced with indignation. “Don’t you have any respect for yourself or Jason?”
The color drained from Greg’s face. It finally clicked. He glanced nervously between Sophia and Jason, whose face had gone pale. “Mr. Wilson,” Greg stammered, “is this… your wife?”
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