Crises in Love novel Chapter 39

When I finally dragged myself through the front door, Jaylan was in the middle of an argument with Zora. He stopped abruptly at the sight of me, surprise etched on his face.

I didn't even bother to take off my shoes before I collapsed onto the couch, kicked off my sneakers and sprawled out, gasping for breath.

The short walk from the entrance of our residential community had felt like a marathon, and it was a miracle that I made it home at all.

Jaylan strode over to me, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What happened to you? And your hair...?"

I ran a hand through my freshly cut pixie, shrugging nonchalantly. "What's wrong with it? It saves me from dealing with hair fall."

I knew Jaylan wasn't a fan of women with short hair. Back when he was a stylist, he never did short hairstyles. He'd initially been drawn to me because of my long, lustrous locks that fell right down to my waist. But that was a long time ago; my hair was now dull and lifeless, more straw than silk.

Jaylan stared at me for a long while before turning on his heel and heading upstairs. I couldn't help but smirk. Who was he to dictate my choices? From this point forward, I decided, it was either him or me.

Zora, seeing Jaylan heading upstairs, came over with Carl in her arms. Her face was a mixture of worry and anger. "My lady, why did you leave the house? When did you leave? Who let you?"

Her barrages of questions were clearly the result of pent-up frustration from the argument with Jaylan.

Oh, and there were five clear handprints on her face. Looks like someone had gotten a good slap.

I could barely contain my laughter.