Love Jason

Chapter 39

Jason's POV

As the night wore on, I remained vigilant, keeping watch over Emily without getting much sleep. The necklace, a silent reminder of the mysteries surrounding her, remained firmly clutched in my hand.

The morning light filtered into the room, casting a soft glow over Emily's sleeping form. Despite the new day dawning, I found myself rooted to the spot, unable to tear myself away from her side. as I wondered when she was going to wake up

The sound of her sneeze snapped me out of my reverie, and I watched intently as Emily stirred, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to open them. A surge of relief washed over me at the sight.

As Emily's eyes fully opened, I observed her reaction with keen interest. However, instead of the calm awakening I had hoped for, she seemed startled, her eyes widening in fright. It was clear that the unfamiliar surroundings of the room had caught her off guard.

"Where am I?" Her voice was filled with confusion and fear as her eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of her surroundings.

"Relax, Emily," I said, my voice soft but firm, trying to calm her nerves.

She turned swiftly towards me, her eyes wide with shock and confusion, as if she had just seen a ghost.

"Where am I?" Her voice was filled with uncertainty, a tremor running through it.

"In my room. I found you unconscious at the gate. Someone drugged you and left you for dead," I explained, watching as she shivered, her gaze filled with fear.

She made a feeble attempt to leave the bed, but I stopped her instantly, moving closer to her as she hesitated.

"Where do you think you're going?" I questioned firmly, my tone brooking no argument.

"Thank you for saving me, but I have to go. I'm sure Aurora needs me," she replied, attempting to regain her composure despite the lingering fear in her eyes.

"You're not going to ask who or why someone drugged you?" I questioned, gently tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, my concern and frustration evident in my tone.

"I observed her nervous swallow, a fleeting moment of vulnerability before her resolve hardened. "I must return to work, Don Jason. Aurora depends on me," she declared, her voice quivering slightly, a testament to her inner turmoil despite her facade of composure.

As she attempted to rise, her body faltered, betraying her resolve as her legs buckled beneath her weight. Before she could meet the unforgiving floor, I swiftly moved to catch her, preventing her from tumbling down.

"I've got you," I whispered as I guided her back to the bed.

"Get your hands off me!" she exclaimed, pushing me away with force.

I shouldn't be in your room, I just want to leave,″ she let out, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. I couldn't help but chuckle softly as I made my way back to the chair, my eyes fixed on her.

Not so fast, Shortcake,″ I said, my tone laced with a hint of amusement and intrigue. Not until you tell me why you have my late wife's necklace.″ With a deliberate motion, I produced the piece of jewellery, holding it out for her to see. But her reaction was not what I expected; instead of the fear or guilt I had anticipated, she looked genuinely surprised at the sight of the necklace.

Her denial only fueled my confusion, and I found myself at a loss for words. I had been so certain that she knew something about this necklace, but her reaction suggested otherwise. Was she telling the truth, or was this just another layer of deception in the intricate web of secrets surrounding her? As I gazed at her, uncertainty gnawed at me, leaving me grappling with the unsettling possibility that I may have been mistaken all along.

"Get some rest, you'll need it," I said firmly, standing up and making my way to the door.

"I can't stay in your room, Don Jason," she protested, her voice tinged with unease.

"You'll be fine here," I assured her, opening the door. "I'll have someone bring you some food."

Despite her protests, I encouraged her to get comfortable.

Without a second thought, I stormed out of the room, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. I climbed into my car and drove straight to Lucas's house.

I stormed into Lucas's house, the urgency of the situation propelling me forward. Hazel, Lucas's wife, greeted me at the door with a look of surprise.

"Where is your husband?" I demanded, my tone sharp with impatience as I brushed past her, my mind consumed by a singular purpose.

Lucas's voice echoed from somewhere within the house, filled with a mixture of confusion and concern. He appeared in the hallway, his brow furrowed in question as he took in my dishevelled appearance.

"Jason? What are you doing here?" he inquired, his voice tinged with surprise. "It's quite early, and you're still in the clothes you had on yesterday. Did something happen?"

"Did you find anything?" I pressed, my impatience evident in my tone as I sought answers from Lucas.

He sighed, a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice. "You could have just called or sent for me. There was no need for you to come to my house so early in the morning," he chided, rolling his eyes at my apparent lack of protocol.

"Would you like breakfast?" he asked, brushing off my inquiry.

"Breakfast is the least of my concerns right now," I snapped, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "What I need are answers, Lucas. I need to understand what's happening," I demanded, my voice sharp with urgency.

"Fine, just give me a moment," Lucas said, and I nodded.

He hurried away, returning almost instantly with a brown envelope clutched tightly in his hand. Without a word, he thrust them toward me, his eyes conveying the gravity of the situation.

"Because it was short notice, I had to pay a lot to get there," Lucas explained.

"You know money is not a problem," I replied, quickly tearing open the envelope. As I glanced at the contents, my heart skipped a beat, and anger surged through me at what I saw, as I couldn't phantom it

"It is Marco and Emily kissing in front of the hospital," Lucas stated the obvious, his voice heavy with regret.

"I'm sorry, Jason. You were right. Marco and Emily are in cahoots, I found out they are engaged," Lucas admitted solemnly.

My fists clenched, my jaw tightening as a surge of anger swept over me. Without realizing it, I grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it against the wall, the crash echoing my frustration.

"Jason... Relax," I heard Lucas say, his voice trying to soothe me.

"He kills my wife, and he brought a damn replica to spy on me and mess with my mind. Oh, I am going to kill Marco Marino once and for all!" I yelled, my voice trembling with rage.

"What about Emily? You know damn well what she's done warrants her head. Are you really going to kill her?" Lucas asked his tone grave, forcing me to confront the weight of my decisions.

I stood there, Lucas's question hanging heavy in the air, its weight pressing down on me. Was I really going to kill Emily, a girl who once saved my life?

Silence enveloped the atmosphere, the only sound the echo of my thoughts as I wrestled with the decision before me. What was I going to do next? The answer eluded me, lost in the turmoil of conflicting emotions and moral dilemmas.

"Jason, what are you going to do?" Lucas's voice cut through the tense silence.

At that moment, a surge of determination flooded my veins, drowning out the doubt and fear. I clenched my fists, feeling the fire of resolve ignite within me.

"Marco Marino wants to play games, then let us play," I declared, my voice dripping with determination. With a steely gaze, I met Lucas's eyes, a silent promise passing between us. It was time to turn the tables, to take control of the game and show Marco, that I was not to be messed with.