Love Jason

Chapter 54

Jason's POV

"Emily... Emily!" I screamed out for her, but she seemed uninterested in answering my call, hastening her steps with Aurora in her arms.

Confusion gripped me; I'd never seen her like this before. What could have happened for her to react like this? I pondered silently as I watched her vanish into the house.

"My love, that girl is mad! She attacked me! You should fire her immediately," Helena's voice cut through the tension, diverting my attention to her.

I stood speechless, her presence repulsed me, and I was certain she must have provoked Emily to such an extent that made her fight back.

"My love," she drew closer, her touch making my skin crawl as she planted a kiss on my cheek. "I am going to be your wife, Jason, and what I want should matter to you. And I want that little nanny you hired gone. Do it for me," she demanded, each word fueling my anger.

I pulled away, stepping back.

"Listen to me, Helena, and listen well. I will not marry you, even if you were the last woman on earth," I spat out, disgust dripping from my words.

"Jason, do not be like that. Our families have agreed; we are going to get married, and together we will be the strongest family in the city," she insisted, but I couldn't help but scoff.

"Oh, Helena, I don't know what language you want me to say this in," I retorted. "I will never make you my wife. So go back to whatever hole you crawled out from and leave me alone," I declared, ready to walk away. But before I could, I turned to face her once more.

"And as for that little nanny, stay away from her as well. Because the next time you try your antics on her, that will be the last day you breathe. I don't care who you are or who your father is; I will end you," I warned, my tone firm and resolute.

"Jason, I understand that as a man, you may want to sow your wild oats and have some fun before settling down, and I'm okay with that. Men will be men," Helena began, her words dripping with disdain. "But it shouldn't be with that lowlife. Do you know what everyone is calling her?'The Don's new obsession.' Like she matters to you or something, come on Jason have some respect, if not for anything, for Aurora. What will she think when she finds out that you're involved with her nanny?"

Her words stabbed at me, testing my restraint, but I held back the urge to strike her where she stood.

"Get my daughter's name out of your filthy mouth, Don't you dare act as if you care about my daughter? She was crying because of your actions, and you did nothing. And for your information, I am not involved with Emily," I retorted, though I didn't know why I felt the need to justify that part. "And even if I were, it is none of your business, Helena."

"I want you gone. You have three days," I declared firmly before turning away and walking off, leaving her standing there in disbelief.

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Leaving Helena behind, I strode purposefully back into the house. My legs carried me to Emily's room, tucked away at the far end of the house in the staff quarters. As I made my way, I felt the stares of the staff, their curiosity evident in their gazes.

Reaching Emily's door, I knocked forcefully, the urgency evident in my voice as I called out, "Emily, open up!" But there was no response.

I continued to pound on the door, my voice growing more urgent as I yelled out her name repeatedly. "Emily, open this door! I'll break it down if I have to!" Each thud against the door echoed through the hallway, a testament to my growing concern and frustration.

I was about to knock again when the door creaked open slightly, revealing Emily's face, a deep frown etched across her features.

" I have put Aurora to sleep, What else do you want from me, Don? It's quite late, and I want to go to bed," Emily stated firmly, her tone indicating her desire to end the conversation quickly.

"It's not that late, though," I remarked, attempting to lighten the tense atmosphere, but Emily's expression remained stern.

"I don't want any trouble, Don Jason," Emily stated, her tone still firm. Despite my reluctance to admit it, I felt a pang in my chest because of how she addressed me so formally.

Silence enveloped the atmosphere as I simply stared at her. My gaze shifted, landing on the red bruises marring her face, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, intensifying my disdain for Helena.

"Are you okay?" I finally managed to ask, my concern breaking through the tension.

"No... You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't have come after me, and you shouldn't be acting like you care. This is not a game. Why don't we go back to when you hated me? Things were so much easier then. I wasn't labelled as your new obsession, and I wasn't the centre of attention in this house because now your fiancée thinks I have something to do with you," Emily's voice cracked with emotion, tears welling up in her eyes. She made a move to close the door, but I reached out and stopped her.

Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms, disregarding any potential onlookers.

"I don't care what Helena thinks, and I never hated you. Or is it a crime for someone to be concerned about you?" I whispered, feeling her body tense with nerves.

"It is a crime when you have a fiancée. Go back to her, and leave me alone," Emily insisted, attempting to pull away, but I held her gently but firmly.

"Helena means nothing to me," I declared, the urgency in my voice showing my need for her to understand that fact.

Emily's expression held a complexity that words couldn't capture, stirring something deep within me. My gaze involuntarily drifted to her lips, the urge to kiss her nearly overwhelming, and I sensed a mutual desire in her eyes.

But I knew giving in to that desire would only complicate my plans, and I couldn't afford that.

With a heavy heart, I pulled away, fighting against the temptation with every fibre of my being, as I always did.

Confusion flickered in Emily's eyes as I took a step back from her.

"I know it might not be the best time to ask, but I have to. 'Emily, you have been acting differently ever since the restaurant. You know you can talk to me, right? What happened back at the restaurant?' I said after a few moments of tense silence. But instead of opening up, anger flashed in her eyes.

"I could dig deeper if I wanted to, you know?" I asserted, my voice strained with the weight of unspoken accusations. "You emerged with that bruise on your neck, and it's burned into my memory."

Her retort was swift, laden with bitterness. "Just like the one your fiancée left on my face," she spat, closing the distance between us, her words slicing through the air like shards of glass. "I am not your concern, Don Jason. Return to your fiancée."

With a sharp pivot, she retreated into the sanctuary of her room.

"Good night, Don Jason," her words dripped with frost, punctuated by the resounding slam of the door, leaving me suspended in the echoes of unresolved tension.