Chapter 642



His words snapped Kallie back to reality. She raised her head, her vision blurred, and gazed at Jake.

His face was familiar, yet there was something oddly disconcerting about him. His eyes, most of all, held a foreignness. Never had Jake looked at her with such a detached expression before.

Jake paid Kallie no mind. He turned and melded into the crowd. However, he couldn’t help but cast anxious glances back at Kallie a few times before finally distancing himself.

Jake didn’t venture far, though. He lingered nearby, watching Kallie from a distance. He figured they had never met. Yet, he found himself involuntarily showing consistent gentleness toward her, which he struggled to figure out.

Quickly, Jake concocted a justification for his concern. Maybe it was because he had seen her once at the hospital, struggling alone with her daughter.

That memory might have stirred memories of himself and Elma, sparking his empathy. The rationale seemed thin, even to him, but it was all he could muster to explain his sympathy.

Just then, two people approached and helped Kallie to her feet.

Once Jake was sure the two people were Kallie’s friends, he turned and walked away. A moment later, his phone rang.

“Mr. Reeves? It’s Wayne, the one chatting with you online. Sorry, I was held back just now. I’m at the entrance now, but I don’t see you. Where are you?”

Jake scanned the crowd and spotted a face he knew and loathed. He quickly made up an excuse. “Sorry, something came up. Gotta run. Let’s reschedule.” Wayne didn’t argue, though he was bummed.

Jake hung up to find Cara stop right in front of him, fuming.

“Who was that woman?” Cara demanded. “And why were you practically drooling over her?”

Jake scowled. “That’s none of your business.”

“The hell it isn’t!” Cara shouted, her voice cutting through the music. People nearby started staring.

Jake’s blood was boiling. He’d been raised to never hit a woman, but if he hadn’t been, he would’ve tossed Cara out on her ass a long time ago.

“You’re the father of our child!” Cara cried, her voice a mix of desperation and anger. “We’re a couple!”

Jake gritted his teeth. “I have looked into my past. I’m not married. I even found my family. I’m going back to them in a week. You’d better stop lying to me. Who am I? What the hell is going on between us? Don’t make me find out on my own.”

Cara cowered under Jake’s menacing stare, fear and despair washing over her. She knew this day might come, but damn, not this soon.

She thought she could tie Jake down with the whole family charade. She’d weaved a perfect little fantasy for him, hoping he’d fall for it, hook, line, and sinker. But ever since he woke up, he’d been nothing but cold and distant.

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