Chapter 661



Cara, elated by his agreement, promptly instructed a servant to make the arrangements.

The dinner was set in the garden at the rear of the manor, chosen by Cara for its privacy.

Despite the occasion being billed as a family dinner, Cara had Elma escorted away as soon as she took her seat.

Jake’s expression darkened at the sight, his gaze turning frosty. “What do you want now?”

Cara put on an air of innocence. “I believe there are matters we need to address that aren’t for Elma’s ears. Jake, I truly want to sort things out this time. I’m not messing around.”

Cara then poured Jake a glass of wine, her voice growing gentler. “I’ve given it a lot of thought. Clayton is right. I can’t make you love me. I’ll let you go, but only if you agree to one thing. I won’t agree to a divorce. You’ll remain my husband, provided you promise to visit Elma and me every year. If you do, I won’t hinder your freedom.”

Jake was taken aback by Cara’s sudden change of heart. He looked down at the wine, his eyes flickering.

Cara watched him, her expression hopeful. “Is that alright with you? It’s the furthest I’m willing to bend. If you’re good with it, drink this wine. If not, leave it. I’ll take that as your answer. Just know that I won’t stop chasing you.”

Jake didn’t hesitate. He lifted the glass and emptied it in one swift motion.

A twinge of sadness flickered across Cara’s face as he made it clear he was steering clear of her. Yet, her inner excitement overshadowed her sorrow. He had actually consumed the alcohol.

“I accept your terms. Now that we’ve settled this, I’ve got things to take care of. I need to go,” Jake declared, his tone as icy as ever as he stood to leave.

Cara watched him silently, counting down in her head.

In just three seconds, as anticipated, Jake’s steps faltered.

Cara flashed a victorious grin and moved toward Jake, her expression laced with mock concern. “Jake, are you alright? You don’t look too good. Need help getting back to relax a bit?” Jake’s breathing was rapid, and he looked as if he might collapse at any moment.

Seizing the moment, Cara supported him, leaning in to whisper, “Come on. Let me help you get back and rest.”

Without objection, Jake allowed Cara to guide him toward a quaint pavilion nestled in the garden. Elsewhere, the celebration buzzed with lively energy, brimming with an array of activities and dancing.

Kallie mingled with guests, sampling an array of tempting dishes. Yet, abruptly, a wave of discomfort washed over her. Glancing down at the food clutched in her hand, her desire to eat evaporated. A heaviness settled in her chest, as if a massive weight pressed against it.

Nearby, Sophie and Calvin, along with Linsey and Wayne, reveled in the festivities.

Reluctant to dampen their spirits, Kallie decided to keep her distress to herself. She cleared her throat, standing up with a forced smile. “I need to step away for a bit. You all have fun.” Kallie masked her unease well. Linsey, oblivious to her turmoil, casually waved her off. “Just take someone with you, okay? It’s packed today, and you can’t be too careful. I’ll stay here with the kids, no worries.”

“Sure,” Kallie responded, managing a smile.

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