Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

The moment I saw him, I paused, then asked with a concerned expression, "Why haven't you left yet? Still not feeling well?"

He glanced up at me, a faint smile on his face. "Waiting for a call!"

That's when I noticed, on the coffee table in front of him, two identical black smartphones.

I instantly understood his intention. He was testing me. He had started to suspect me.

I walked over with the bag in my hand, put it on the coffee table, right next to those two phones.

Then I lazily sank into the couch and said, sounding weak, "Walking a few steps tires me out!"

He glanced at the bag I had put down. "What did you buy?" he asked.

I smirked silently. Gotcha.

"Just passed by a pharmacy and bought a few boxes of medicine. The ones at home have all expired!" I responded, yawning continuously, "Luckily, I found a box of Tylenol in your car. You had such a high fever last night, you can't not take any medicine. Get yourself to a hospital for a checkup when you have some time, don't be careless!"

I didn't say anything more.

"It's fine, just caught a cold. I'm much better today! No need for a hospital visit." Jaylan said carelessly, "I did feel pretty awful last night."

Not going? Well, keep digging your own grave then!

I figured it must be his STD acting up.

"You guys, always reluctant to go to the hospital. You can't take a fever lightly, especially since your temperature was so high last night." I said honestly. I didn't know if Zora had told him that his temperature had reached 102.5°F.

"Maybe it's just a bad cold." he said without a care.

"You should keep your distance from the kids, let Zora mark their cutlery separately. Kids have lower immunity! They also have to go to school, so don't neglect this!" I said sincerely, feeling worried. "Alright! I'll leave once I get the call! Let Zora sanitize the cutlery!" he deliberately picked up the two phones and fiddled with them.

I didn't even look at him. "Well, you wait then. I'm going upstairs to take a nap, didn't sleep well last night, my head's buzzing!"

I then got up, didn't forget to remind him, "Let Zora put the medicine in the medicine box later! Oh, and take some more Tylenol before you leave. If your fever comes back, let me know. I'll go with you to the doctor."

"Let's talk about that another time! I've got a lot on my plate today!" After saying this, he put the phones back on the coffee table.

I acted as if I didn't see them, yawning and ignoring him as I went upstairs.

Once I got back to my room and closed the door, I quickly turned on my surveillance feed. I saw Zora come in from the back, asking him, "Are you feeling okay?"

Jaylan glanced at Zora but didn't answer her question. He quietly got up, picked up the two phones, and walked out.

From behind, Zora called out, "You haven't taken your medicine."

Jaylan had already left the house.

The sound of a car starting came from downstairs.

I turned off the surveillance and put the phone back in its hiding place. Knowing Jaylan as I did, I knew that he had not dismissed his suspicions about me. Feeling dizzy, I had no energy left. But right now, I needed to get some sleep so that my mind would be sharp. I couldn't afford to make any careless moves.

I was awakened by Catherine's call. She said arrangements to meet Marissa had been made.

Upon hearing this, I immediately got up, excited. I met Catherine at the most reputable hair salon in Goldenvale Town. The hairstylist did a fantastic job; my lifeless blonde hair was transformed into a vibrant

mane.

They even added a bit of texture to my hair. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw a sharp, confident woman. My short hair had a certain charm. It reminded me of my days in the business world. My confidence surged.

It took Catherine a while to come to her senses. "Oh my god, this is the Aaliyah we know and love. You're finally back!"

Her words, 'You're finally back', made my eyes well up. Yes, I'd been asleep for too long. I almost lost myself in the haze. Since fate gave me a second chance, I had to make those who played me pay. Looking at myself in the mirror, I laughed and said, "Damn! Do I look like a beggar?"

Then I dragged Catherine to a boutique and picked out a limited edition, handcrafted designer outfit. I winced as I swiped my card to pay for it.

But then Catherine snapped at me, "You're such a penny-pincher. Are you saving money for your husband's mistress?"

That woke me up. Yes, I couldn't continue to treat myself poorly!

Money is there to be spent. If you don't spend it, there's no way for more to come in. Besides, I was about to meet my rival. I couldn't lose in terms of spirit. I had to make a strong impression.