Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 328

Jaylan hesitated, his face unusually pale, betraying the inner turmoil he was trying to quell.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "What's the matter? You've come all this way, only to chicken out? Don't you

want to go in?"

Perhaps it was my smile that emboldened him, as he turned to me, "Allie, I... I'd rather not go in. I'm not

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"Is it that you're not feeling well, or are you just scared? Or maybe it's guilt?" I didn't hold back,

speaking bluntly, "I thought you liked him?"

His eyes widened with incredulity, retorting, "Since when did I like him?"

I smirked teasingly, my gaze heavy with implication, "Jaylan, really? Do you want to say that here? He’s

just inside. Don't lie about the dead; it's bad karma."

His face drained of color, a clear sign of fear, and he tried to deflect, "I'm speaking the truth!"

"The truth? You seemed pretty happy when you were taking him out for picnics, the picture of doting

fatherhood. You never showed that kind of dedication to Probert."

Jaylan 's face turned a shade greener, disbelief etched across his features, "You..."

"Surprised I know? Well, if you don't want anyone to find out, don't do it!" I said, pulling open the car

door with a still-smiling face, "This is his last journey. You should see it through to the end."

I got out first, and he remained indecisive.

"Come on! Even if it's all an act, you've got to take a bow at the end, otherwise, it looks pretty bad!" I

finished, slamming the car door with a 'bang'.

A minute later, he got out of the car reluctantly .

Dalton seemed surprised to see us there, probably hadn't expected Jaylan to show up.

But his shock was fleeting, and he greeted me with a cool detachment, ignoring Jaylan completely.

He then led us into a room where, along the wall, were several of those freezer drawers you see in

crime shows.

Although I was prepared, stepping into that room stirred a complex whirl of emotions inside me —

sorrow, regret, annoyance, anxiety, and a touch of fear. I wanted to flee.

Dalton glanced at me and asked, "Ready?"

I glanced at Jaylan, who was slouching behind me, utterly useless.

I couldn't guess what he was feeling at that moment.

Dalton shot Jaylan a look of undisguised disdain. As the police chief, he was all too aware of Jaylan 's

character, so his attitude made perfect sense to me.

He signaled to a staff member, who then pulled out one of the drawer freezers and stepped aside.

Dalton looked at me, waiting for my reaction.

Hesitantly, and swallowing nervously to mask my anxiety, I forced myself to move forward, compelling

my shaky legs to walk up to the freezer.

Hannah's presence beside me gave me strength.

Behind me, I heard Dalton coldly ask, "Aren't you coming to take a look, Mr. Dawson?"

I turned to see Jaylan still at the doorway, showing no intention of coming in.

With a silent scoff, I fixed a stern look on him, and he finally stepped forward, reluctantly and passively

following me, kept himself behind me.

Now, his face was etched with barely concealed impatience, disgust, and resentment. Coոtent of

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I couldn't help thinking he was here only out of a sense of moral obligation.

I nodded, feeling a surge of determination as I stood there, "No matter how horrifying he looks, I need

to see him. To let him know I came."