Chapter 492 What Does It Mean, If A Woman Bites Her Lower Lips One Too Many Times…

Faye had known the truth even before Zayn’s confirmation. However, that did not take away the earthquake it brought her from hearing it. It felt like the entirety of her mental landscape had been flipped upside down. It felt like someone had broken the glass container that housed her fragile heart, and now all of her emotions were broken out and running free, assaulting her heart and mind however they liked. She opened her mouth to form a reply, but her words failed her. There were no words in her head—only loud, confused buzzing. Then came images of the past sallying into her mind’s eye like tides. The first time she met the chairman of Violet Vision, when she was all alone in the building. How Sean Wilson, CEO, treated her with respect without showing a sign of exploitation or harassment. How he had looked so eager to ingratiate himself on her, if not outright apprehensive about her, before sending her to the chairman’s office. The man had worn a mask to cover his real face. He had been amiable, gracious, and righteous. It was just the two of them in the room, yet he never once touched her inappropriately, and at the end of the day, he even gave her three million dollars without an IOU. Then Ethan Capel manipulated her, leaving her trapped in a horrifying plight. When the chairman seemed to have predicted it happening; proof being when he appeared to her aid when she needed it the most. He saved her. Right after that, she “bumped into” Zayn. Then there was how respectful Gordon Hayes was in his interaction with Zayn, how it bordered on flattery. There were more. So much more. With a string of coincidences like that, it became too clear in retrospect how the chairman could not be anyone but Zayn Larson himself. Anyone with a bit of wits about them would have figured this out. But Faye, for some reason, had been blind! She even thought Zayn was a fraud! And he explained it to her before, but she was the one who chose disbelief. She lashed out on him with barbed stings that must have been deeply hurtful. Just thinking about it made Faye burst into tears. Seeing her cry made Zayn panicked. “Hey! Why are you crying? You don’t feel good?” Faye cried even harder, this time letting it so loose and upfront that it was impossible to hide. It even managed to attract some bystanders’ eyeballs, who misunderstood the sight as Zayn being a toxic boyfriend who hurt Faye. “Why? Why did you…” she slurred, before faltering into more sniffles and tears. Zayn watched the sharp etches of dejection on Faye’s face and thought it meant she still could not bring herself to believe him. It was a stab to the heart, but he managed to fake a smile and say, “Oh, I was kidding! I’m not the chairman, alright? I mean, if I were, then why would I continue being the useless doormat son-in-law of your family for so long? So don’t worry about it! He’s really someone else—and a very hot one, at that. Since we’re good friends, I’ll be sure to introduce you to him one d—” His “day” was never finished. His eyes widened in disbelief. He could not believe what was happening to him. Faye was standing on her toes, leaning toward him with her arms wrapped behind his neck, and shoving his words back into his throat by pressing her lips against his.. It felt like a nuke had detonated in his head. They had been married for years—and this was the first she ever kissed him. Zayn felt the world spinning. It was blurring into some kind of pandemonium. Faye kissed him—she really kissed him. It was a real thing that had happened, he could feel it, and yet it was so surreal and dream-like. Their lips parted, and Zayn gawked at Faye like a kid who had just seen a ghost. He gulped loudly before starting, “F-Fifi, what did you…?” Faye’s cheeks had turned rosy from her blushes. She was bashful and coy, but she did not avoid his eyes. Mustering enough courage, she said, “Zayn, let’s remarry.” “W-What the—?” he cried, stunned with his mouth hanging ajar enough for a whole egg to fit. Faye bit her lower lips softly and leaned close to Zayn’s ear. Without any sign of it being a joke, she breathed, “I said… Let’s remarry.” Zayn heard it loud and clear, but it still did not seem to have woken him up from his stupor. What did this really mean?!