Chapter 883



“Leave, please.”

A pained expression crossed Clayton’s handsome features as he bit his lip.

Once Clayton departed, Kallie exhaled a long, deep breath of relief. Each time they interacted, she felt an increasing sense of suffocation, as if Clayton sought control over every facet of her existence.

Despite conversations where Kallie voiced her displeasure, Clayton dismissed his behavior as merely a residual habit from his days caring for Cara.

His overbearing kindness meant taking charge of everything, supposedly for Kallie’s sake, always with a promise to ease off, though change never came. The doctor had advised Clayton to recuperate and steer clear of stress, which made Kallie reluctant to confront him harshly, especially since he had nearly died protecting her.

Feeling a mix of gratitude and restraint, Kallie deemed it too harsh to rebuke him outright. Yet, she conceived a potential remedy. Perhaps introducing him to other women would shift his focus. Armed with this plan, Kallie set to work making introductions.

Meanwhile, at Burmoos airport, Jake was fixated on his phone, his thoughts in disarray. At that moment, his emotions were tangled and hard to pinpoint. Due to his memory loss over the past three years, Jake no longer had Kallie’s personal number.

Just as he was preparing to leave town, the urge to hear Kallie’s voice one final time overwhelmed him. He had Lacey give him Kallie’s business card. He dialed the number, and the call connected almost instantly.

Kallie’s voice, warm and familiar, poured through the receiver. Overcome with emotion, Jake found himself speechless, gripped by a wave of cowardice.

Jake was aware that even if Clayton discovered he was still alive, there was nothing Clayton could do since he was leaving now. He thought he owed it to himself to at least seek an explanation. However, hearing the slight tremble in Kallie’s voice made his resolve falter.

Ga lno vel s . com takes you into new worlds Just as Jake mustered the courage to speak, Clayton’s voice intercepted the call, crushing Jake’s last sliver of hope and illusion. Like a thief caught red-handed, Jake swiftly ended the call, fearful of revealing his emotional fragility.

At that moment, Jake gripped his phone with white-knuckled intensity, struggling to catch his breath as though it were his only lifeline.

Upon her return, Lacey found Jake ashen-faced and teary-eyed, a sight that stirred deep sympathy within her.

Lacey felt a shiver of fear ripple through her as she noticed Jake’s tense expression. Her voice quivered as she asked, “Has Clayton discovered where we are?”

Jake was abruptly pulled from his reverie, shaking slightly.

“It’s nothing. We should get moving.”

His attempt to sound dismissive didn’t fool anyone. His discomfort was palpable. Lacey’s heart tightened with concern, yet she decided not to probe, respecting his silent plea for space.

Then, the airport speakers crackled to life, announcing their flight. Just before they boarded, Jake paused to cast a lingering glance over his shoulder, his gaze heavy with nostalgia. In the years ahead, there was a chance he wouldn’t come back. He knew he needed to establish himself overseas swiftly if he was ever to reclaim the Reeves Group.

As they settled into their seats on the plane, Jake turned inward, shutting his eyes and shutting out Lacey’s attempts at conversation.

Lacey’s unease grew. She sensed this had something to do with Kallie. Could Jake really not let Kallie go? What was it about Kallie that haunted him so?

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