Chapter 586 Tell Me, Have You Ever Liked Him? 1
Jacob stood in the darkness, his chiseled features flickering with unreadable emotions in the dim light. He gripped Serafina's arm once more as he bid Floyd farewell.
Floyd's gaze lingered on Serafina. Despite his feelings for her, she was a married woman, and he couldn't cross that line in her husband's presence. After a moment, his voice carried a hint of bitterness. "Goodbye, Mrs. Windsor."
He remained beneath the tree, half bathed in moonlight, half shrouded in darkness.
Serafina's lips barely moved as she whispered, "Goodbye."
Later, as they settled into the car, Jacob casually asked while fastening his seatbelt, "Are you upset he's being transferred?"
Serafina sat in the passenger seat, staring into the endless night, her face expressionless. "Jacob, what are you implying? Was his transfer your doing?"
"Yes," Jacob didn't deny it. "It was my decision. He had inappropriate feelings for my wife. As a man, especially in my position, I can't tolerate another man coveting what's mine."
Serafina's eyes reddened. "There was never anything between us."
Jacob's elegant fingers caressed the steering wheel as he offered a slight smile. "Of course there wasn't. If there had been, he'd be facing far worse than a transfer to Harmony City." He reached over, playfully stroking her cheek. "Such a dangerous beauty."
Serafina jerked her face away, staring out the window as her chest heaved with indignation. Though Jacob had arranged this secretly, she felt like an unfaithful wife being publicly punished by her husband.
Jacob observed her calmly. "Are you only with me because of your father?"
"What else would it be?" Serafina replied softly.
She wasn't naive. His drastic action to transfer Floyd meant he'd been having her followed—her every move at school monitored. No wife could accept such surveillance.
Tears welled in Serafina's eyes, but she kept her face turned away, denying Jacob the satisfaction of seeing her pain.
The luxury black car pulled away smoothly. They drove in silence, except when they stopped at red lights. Jacob would turn to look at Serafina, though she refused to meet his gaze.
"Did you have feelings for him?" he asked quietly. "The way you once did for me?"
If Serafina were clever, she would have denied it. Life would have been easier.
But she had no desire to appease Jacob now. Perhaps if she were difficult enough, he would finally let her go. Their marriage always seemed to have one person giving up.
Her silence stretched between them.
Jacob didn't press for an answer, just watched her with intense eyes that could burn through steel. When the light turned green, he accelerated noticeably faster than before.
Serafina's heart raced. She gripped the door handle and called out, "Jacob."
His face remained dark with anger.
Thirty minutes later, the black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided into the driveway of their newlywed home.
The mansion blazed with light. Jacob sat in the car, his face half-illuminated as he lowered the window and lit a cigarette.
"Let's eat dinner," he told Serafina.
She didn't move.
Jacob turned toward her, then leaned across to open her door. "Get out."
Serafina unfastened her seatbelt and walked slowly toward the entrance. Jacob watched her retreating figure while smoking—her back ramrod straight yet somehow radiating loneliness. Confusion clouded his eyes; he didn't know what to do with her.
Love hadn't materialized as expected.
Divorce wasn't what he wanted either.
Jacob rarely found himself so conflicted.
After smoking several cigarettes, he finally entered the house.
In the grand foyer, Serafina was nowhere to be seen. Two servants were clearing dishes in the dining room.
"Mrs. Windsor seemed upset," they informed him. "She only took a few bites before going upstairs."
Jacob glanced toward the second floor.
Moments later, he climbed the stairs and pushed open the bedroom door. Serafina wasn't visible, but the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
He removed his black coat, tossing it onto the sofa before sitting down. He pulled out a cigarette but didn't light it, just twirled it between his long fingers.
About ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened softly. Serafina emerged wrapped in a bathrobe, her skin glowing from the steam, her face smooth and delicate.
Jacob hadn't been intimate in a long time.
Combined with the provocation of the Floyd situation, he found himself desiring Serafina. As she passed by, he suddenly caught her slender arm in his large hand.
Serafina instinctively struggled.
But the strength difference between them was undeniable—how could she escape a man in his prime? Within seconds, Serafina was pinned to the soft bed, Jacob firmly holding her arms against the white pillows, immobilizing her.
His dark eyes bore into her like a predator eyeing its prey.
As he began to untie her bathrobe, intending to claim his marital rights, Serafina turned her face into the pillow in humiliation.
"Jacob, I miscarried just a month ago. Have you no decency?" Her voice was hoarse, her nose reddened.
Jacob froze.
This was his first experience with pregnancy, and he genuinely didn't know how long they should wait after a miscarriage. Serafina silently wept, clearly viewing him as some kind of monster.
He stroked her soft cheek, initially wanting to ask when they could resume relations, but male pride made him swallow the question. Instead, he pressed dangerously, "You never answered me, Serafina. Did you have feelings for him? For Floyd? During all those late nights, did you enjoy his company?"
Serafina felt utterly degraded.
She closed her eyes gently. "Jacob, do you even hear yourself?"
Of course he did.
He studied Serafina's beautiful face, his emotions tangled.
He couldn't understand why he cared so much. For him, she should have been merely a vessel for a legitimate heir. Having ensured her purity, he shouldn't be concerned with Serafina's inner thoughts or whether she harbored feelings for another man.
Yet he cared intensely.
Jacob gripped Serafina's chin, about to press further when his phone rang in his pocket.
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