CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 62: JENSON FORREST WENT CRAZY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

"Don’t move, I’ll go take a look."

Yara Fairchild pressed Zinnia Lawrence down, then jumped out of bed and left the room. Zinnia didn’t argue, simply getting out of bed herself and grabbing a glass object from the bedside table as she followed.

Yara opened the door and frowned. "M-Mr... President Forrest?"

A man dressed in all black, radiating a frosty aura, stood outside. His handsome face was cold and stern. His gaze swept dismissively over Yara, and the "That dog Forrest" on the tip of her tongue changed to "President Forrest."

Jenson Forrest ignored Yara and strode into the room, heading straight for Zinnia, who was standing at the bedroom doorway.

Zinnia was dumbfounded. "How did you know I live here? Also, weren’t you—Ah!"

Before she could finish, Jenson swept her into his arms, carried her into the bedroom, and kicked the door shut behind him.

When Yara came to her senses, she rushed forward and tried the door, but it was locked from the inside. She pounded on it anxiously. "Young Master Forrest, what are you doing!? What do you want with Zinnia? Don’t do anything reckless! Open the door!"

Inside the bedroom, Jenson tossed Zinnia onto the bed. He opened the closet, yanked out an article of clothing, and threw it at her. "Change. You’re coming with me!"

Zinnia scrambled up, dazed and with her hair in a mess. She was fuming; why would she possibly obey him? She brushed her disheveled hair out of her face and frowned. "What is wrong with you, barging in here in the middle of the night? I’m not changing, and I’m not going with you! If you won’t agree to a divorce, we’ll separate. After two years of separation, the divorce will be granted!"

She stuck her chin out stubbornly, her small face icy.

A cold mist seemed to swirl around Jenson. He took a step forward, leaned down, and gripped her chin. "Separate? Ha, you’ve got it all planned out, don’t you? You’re not going anywhere without my permission!"

He shoved her away and stood up straight. "You’re not changing? Fine."

Sensing danger, Zinnia crossed her arms over her chest and backed away. "What are you planning to—MMF!"

Before she could finish her sentence, a blanket was thrown over her head. Before she could react, he grabbed her legs, flipped her over on the bed, and rolled her twice, wrapping her tightly into a cocoon with the blanket.

Zinnia’s world turned upside down as he hoisted her, blanket and all, onto his shoulder. "Jenson Forrest! Let me go! I’m not going back! Are you insane?!"

Zinnia kicked and struggled, but the blanket was wrapped so tightly that she had no room to move. To make matters worse, she was stunned by a sharp slap to her bottom from Jenson. Even through the thick fabric, the sting was undeniable.

"Zinnia! That dog Forrest, if you don’t open this door, I’m kicking it down!"

Yara was frantic. She backed up two steps, preparing to kick the door just as it swung open. Yara nearly stumbled, steadying herself against the wall just as Jenson reached the doorway, still carrying Zinnia.

Yara rushed to follow, but a black-clad man slipped through the door and blocked her path. "Get out of my way! What in the world is That dog Forrest up to in the middle of the night!" Yara clenched her fists, ready to fight.

The man’s features were cold and hard, with a scar on his forehead. His gaze was flat as he looked at Yara, like a soulless killing machine.

Ryder Reynolds spoke. "You can’t beat me." The disdain in his eyes was blatant.

Yara seethed with anger, but she knew she couldn’t beat this man. He was Jenson’s number one bodyguard, a man with a mysterious past and ruthless methods. Yara had clashed with him once. Her painstakingly practiced techniques had proven as useless as fancy flourishes, and she’d been taken down in two moves. But she was worried about Zinnia. Clenching her fists, she lunged forward. "We’ll see about that!"

The man dodged her punch and, in the blink of an eye, twisted her arm behind her back, pinning her face-down against the sofa. Her face was pressed sideways into the cushions.

"Miss Fairchild, the President means the Madam no harm. He simply heard about a few things and wants to have a proper talk with her."

"Does this look like the attitude of someone who wants to talk? Anyone who didn’t know better would think That dog Forrest was here for revenge! OW!" Yara screamed as she felt her arm about to pop out of its socket.

"Miss Fairchild, if it weren’t for the Madam, that mouth of yours would have gotten you kicked out of Veridia several times over by now."

「Downstairs」

Zinnia had already been bundled into the back seat of a car. As the vehicle pulled away, Zinnia finally wriggled her head out from under the blanket, her small face red from the lack of air. Her eyes were also red as she glared at the man beside her. "Let me out of the car, Yara will be worried! And don’t let your men get rough! If Yara gets hurt, I’ll never forgive you!"

Even though her vision had been blocked, she sensed Jenson had left someone behind.

"Whether she gets hurt or not depends on your attitude," Jenson said coldly, not even looking up at Zinnia. He was staring down at his phone, seemingly reviewing a file. It was the background check on Kane Donovan that had just been sent over.

Zinnia glanced behind the car. Yara hadn’t followed them out yet, which meant she was obviously being held back. Knowing Yara’s fiery temper, if she really got into a fight with Jenson’s men, there was no telling if she’d get hurt.

Panting, Zinnia deflated like a popped balloon. "Fine. I’ll behave and go back with you."

Only then did Jenson look up, his deep, intense eyes locking onto her reddened eyes. A flicker of irritation crossed his face, and his voice was laced with sarcasm. "You won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin."

Still, he made a call. "Be courteous to Miss Fairchild," he instructed.

Seeing him hang up, Zinnia wrapped the blanket around herself and huddled against the car door, saying nothing more.

After a long silence, Jenson was the first to speak. "Don’t you have anything to say to me?"

Zinnia’s heart skipped a beat. Under the blanket, her hands clenched into fists. He’s this angry, and he’s asking me that? Could he have found out I’m pregnant?

Her hand instinctively went to her lower abdomen as she turned to look at him, her face a mask of confusion. "Say what? That I saw your profound, heartfelt confession to Crystal Sutton? That I know my place and I’m happy to wish you both well?"

She was trying to change the subject, and it clearly worked.

Jenson frowned slightly. "What heartfelt confession?"

Zinnia thought he was being hypocritical. A cold, mocking smile touched her lips. "At the amusement park just now. I’m not blind!"

The memory of that scene still made it impossible for her to remain calm. She believed it wasn’t because she was still deeply in love with Jenson; no wife could stay calm after seeing her husband publicly confess his love to another woman.

She turned her head again to stare out the window.

"Ah!" Zinnia cried out as the man yanked her into his arms. Jenson looked down at her, his brow furrowed. "Explain yourself. What’s this about me making a heartfelt confession to Crystal Sutton at the amusement park?"

Seeing his refusal to admit it, Zinnia gave a cold laugh. "’Love S.W. Snowflake’ means ’Love Crystal Sutton,’ don’t tell me you don’t know that! It was a drone confession; there are probably videos of it circulating online by now."

However, the crease between Jenson’s eyebrows only deepened, his thin lips pressing into a tight line. "Are you illiterate, Zinnia? The most important part—the subject—is missing, yet you’re so quick to pin the blame on me?"

Zinnia scoffed. "If not you, then who? Could it be Crystal Sutton herself who—" She sneered, but her voice trailed off mid-sentence.

For someone to stage such a show for herself... most people weren’t that dramatic, but you could never be sure with Crystal Sutton. Without a subject, even if Jenson pressed her, Crystal could just claim she wanted to give herself a gift to motivate herself or something similar. Could it really not have been Jenson?

"You get called dumb and still act wronged. The word ’stupid’ is a perfect fit for that two-ounce brain of yours," Jenson mocked.

Zinnia bristled. "What ’two-ounce brain’?"

Jenson let out a dry laugh. "One ounce to wrongly accuse me, and the other to argue nonsensically."

"..." Zinnia bit her lip. "You’re not off the hook yet! You were at the amusement park, and you abandoned me to protect her! That drone show was huge; it was blinding! Are you telling me you didn’t see it?"

The fact that Jenson was there made him the obvious culprit. Under the circumstances, nobody would believe he wasn’t responsible.

Seeing her defiant and unrepentant expression, Jenson let out a humorless laugh. His voice was glacial. "Stop the car!"

The car stopped almost instantly, and the driver got out.

Zinnia clutched the blanket tighter, scrambling out of Jenson’s lap to watch him warily. "What do you want?"

Seeing her look as if she wanted to be ten meters away from him, Jenson found his anger impossible to suppress. His expression was grim. "I’m giving you a chance to confess and apologize. You have three minutes. Think carefully about what you need to tell me. If you keep being so clueless, then get out of my car!"

That whole incident was huge, and not only did this woman hide it from him, but she also moved into Alaric Hawthorne’s house afterward. Does she think I’m dead? What can she do besides defy me at every turn?

Zinnia felt as if her heart was being repeatedly crushed under his frigid, arrow-like gaze. Even if she had misunderstood the drone show, wasn’t he the one who cherished and cared for Crystal Sutton? What right did he have to drag her out in the middle of the night just to repeatedly mock and ridicule her?

Her small face remained cold. "I have nothing to say."

Jenson’s pupils constricted. His voice was dangerously low and cold. "Get out!"