The Wife He Left Behind（725）

Chapter 725

Right now, Heather somewhat regretted her phrasing. Indeed, the word ‘Incompatible’ had been a little

overkill, and it was getting thrown back in her face right now.

Jason stood silently by the side like he was invisible, whereas Heather and Zayne just ignored his

existence. Although he heard their conversation, he was a little confused about the relationships

between everyone involved. One moment they would be talking about Leon, and one moment they

would be talking about Matthias; it seemed that those two had ties with Heather.

“I won’t get help from him. If you won’t help, then fine,” Heather said those harsh words quietly.

Zayne took in Heather’s child-like face. Sometimes, he wondered if Heather’s maturity was a

misconception instead, for her current stubbornness was just like a rebellious child’s.

“I’ll arrange a place for you to stay. Remember not to go out often.” In the end, Zayne couldn’t ignore

her, and he couldn’t leave her alone without helping.

“Thanks, Zayne. I knew that you wouldn’t stand around without giving me a hand.” Heather revealed a

cheerful smile. The way she handled Zayne sometimes resembled a child trying to get their way with

their parents.

However, the man had to admit that she was right. Now that things had come to this, he would treat this

as the price for his crush on Heather. He was well acquainted with Bradfort City now, and he knew

which places were suited to become hideouts.

Arranging a place for Heather to stay was a quick and easy task. This time, he decided to rent a place

for her instead. Someone like Heather couldn’t stand to sit around twiddling her thumbs, so Zayne

decided to find a villa or single-family home for her.

He immediately thought of a good spot. “There’s a bunch of villas by West Avenue, and it’s rather

secluded since people don’t usually go there. Of course, there’s nowhere else for you to go from there

either.”

“Are you saying that you’re going to buy a villa for me?” Heather wondered whether it would be more

realistic to just wait until tomorrow since she had hit her spending limit today. Besides, 10 million didn’t

seem to be enough to buy a villa. It looked like she had to adjust her spending limits again.

“You’re dreaming—there’s no need to buy a villa.” Zayne couldn’t stop himself from taking a jab at

Heather. Why was buying something the only thing on a woman’s mind?

“You’re going to rent me one?” When she realized that she would be staying alone at a villa, it seemed

kind of boring even though it would be great to have so much space to herself.

However, Heather didn’t quite want to be alone right now, especially when she had just stayed on a

secluded mountain by herself for some time. She looked at Zayne and wondered if she should invite

him to stay with her too.

“Yeah, I’ll get someone to handle everything for you.” He knew some people who worked in real estate.

“Why don’t we all stay together? The villa would be huge enough.” Heather extended an invitation to

him.

Meanwhile, the latter eyed Heather oddly. She didn’t seem like that sort of person, so when did her

personality change?

Before Zayne could answer, Jason had already cut in. “Sure.”

Zayne looked at Jason in a displeased manner. He had been the one who refused to take Heather in,

but now, he was the one agreeing to stay with her in the new villa.

“All right, that’s settled then.” Heather didn’t give Zayne a chance to refuse as she sealed the deal, an

innocent smile still hanging from her lips.

“Hey, what do you mean by that?” Zayne hadn’t answered her. Since when did he agree with her idea?

“Hurry up and rent me that villa, or else I’m going to be sleeping on the streets tonight,” Heather said in

all seriousness.

“If there’s one thing that Bradfort City has an excess of, it’s hotels. You won’t be sleeping on the

streets,” Zayne rebutted her. Why was she pretending to be pitiful at this time?

“As a single woman, hotels aren’t exactly a good option,” Heather said while giggling. Lately, he felt that

Heather had been acting a lot like a delinquent, and this was giving him a headache.

Zayne didn’t want to continue talking to Heather, so he merely glanced at Jason. Needless to say, he

was exasperated; since things had already been decided, he didn’t have any right to complain.

Initially, Zayne had planned on renting a smaller house that was on the plain side for Heather, but now

that the three of them were going to stay together, it would be better to find a place with more rooms.

By then, the sky had already darkened since twilight always descended early during winter. Zayne and

Heather sat in the back of the car, whereas Jason took the wheel as usual. With that, they began to

move elsewhere. The trunk was filled with their belongings, for they heard that the house was

completely bare and empty. They probably would have to buy plenty of things for the move, but

considering the situation, even making purchases was a difficult task. Fortunately, Zayne knew people

from all walks of life, and he got someone to deliver a few sets of bedding to the housing

neighborhood’s office.

Zayne didn’t want to leave a trail behind, so after some thought, he decided that it would be safer to

have everything delivered to the security office instead. Meanwhile, Jason could retrieve the items later

since he was an unfamiliar face. Many people in Bradfort City knew Heather, and plenty of people

could also pick Zayne out of a crowd as well. However, not a lot of people knew Jason, and he wouldn’t

be easily recognized since he was a killer.

By the time they reached the house, it was already 7.00PM. Jason immediately made a beeline for the

security office the moment he parked the car, so Heather and Zayne were the only ones left inside the

house. They stared at each other, neither of them intending to make a move first.

Luckily for them, the place had already gotten a cleaning before they arrived, but it was in no shape for

people to live in. Jason had been the one to help transport the items in the car’s trunk, so until he came

back from the security office with the bedding, they couldn’t do much.

When Jason got back, he saw Heather and Zayne sitting on the couch. Neither of them seemed like

they were getting to work as they both loafed about.

“Figure out which room you want by yourselves.” Jason chucked a set of bedding at Zayne’s face, and

it hurt like hell. If it wasn’t for Heather being a girl, Jason would have also tossed the bedding right at

her. Heather watched as Zayne got a dressing down, and she withheld her laughter. After all, she didn’t

want him to hold a grudge against her.

“I’m going upstairs to sort out my room.” Then, she simply made her way over to Jason and grabbed

two quilts from the pile next to him. She would use one as an actual quilt, and she would temporarily

use the other as a mattress topper. Tomorrow, she would get someone to sort out the rest of the house.

Although Zayne was angry, he couldn’t easily lose his temper at Jason and merely laughed

exasperatedly.

“Okay, I’ll unpack in my room too,” Zayne said through clenched teeth.

Jason smiled coldly as he looked at Zayne, making a chill run down the latter’s back. It was no wonder

Jason was a killer—that smile was chilling.

As he went upstairs, Zayne reminded him, “Don’t get your hopes up. I won’t be cleaning your room.”

Once he finished speaking, the man quickly went up to the second floor. Jason took in Zayne’s

somewhat harried figure and recalled how they used to fool around with each other like that when they

were children.

Time had passed in a blink of an eye, and many things had changed since then. However, Jason then

shook his head since it was futile for him to recall the past. After all, Zayne was currently in a

precarious situation. Nonetheless, Jason felt that there was nothing that he wouldn’t forgive Zayne for,

and he just hoped that they would be able to weather through this period safely.

No matter what, the fate of a killer was to be killed. Jason had long since prepared himself to die at an

early age, but ever since Zayne abruptly dragged him back to their homeland, he suddenly felt that

living seemed pretty nice.

Perhaps Jason should seriously consider Zayne’s words. The latter had been talking his ear off these

few days while Jason simply ignored him, but he could tell that he was just concerned for him. Jason’s

heart was gradually softened, but it wasn’t a good thing when a killer’s stone-cold heart was melting.

Maybe Jason should stop killing, but did he have the chance to turn back once he began walking down

this path? This was a path with no return, and he had seen far too many cases that ended in tragedy.

When Zayne passed by Heather’s room, he saw her laying out her quilts in a well-practiced manner.

From the looks of it, Heather wasn’t a wealthy young lady who had been spoiled by her upbringing.

At the sight of her being absorbed in her work, Zayne decided that he must not lose to her. He had

once hit a low point in his life, so he had to rely on himself during that time. However, Zayne had overly

enjoyed the materialistic comforts of life in the past few years, and it was to the point where he didn’t

even do basic daily tasks by himself. Slowly enough, he forgot how it felt to rely on himself.

Meanwhile, Jason carried the rest of the quilts upstairs. The doors to both Heather and Zayne’s rooms

were ajar, so he curiously peeked inside. Heather had nearly finished setting up her room. Her space

looked neat, whereas Zayne’s room was a sight for sore eyes.

He recalled that Zayne had been hopeless at housework when they were little. Jason’s eyes of disgust

met Zayne’s, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Zayne never thought that he would earn Jason’s scorn while he attempted to pull some bedding on,

and it seemed that he had no ounce of talent when it came to housework. At that thought, Zayne

haphazardly pulled the creased quilts over the bed.

On the other hand, Jason began to put his bedding on in an orderly fashion. He had been used to

taking care of himself all these years, so simple chores were a piece of cake to him.

Once he was done with his room, Jason decided to lend Zayne a hand, but when he arrived at the

latter’s door, he realized that Zayne had already closed it. Heather had closed hers too, and it was

weird that they were both this synchronized. Nonetheless, Jason reached out to knock on Zayne’s

door.

The man was already lying on his bed when he heard the knocking sounds. He reluctantly rolled off the

bed and opened the door to find Jason standing there.

The moment he entered the room, Jason noticed Zayne’s bed that was as messy as a pigpen. “You

haven’t grown at all over the years, Zayne,” he mocked.

Meanwhile, the man had no rebuttals for him. He cleared his throat and pretended he didn’t hear

anything.

“Let me teach you.” It was rare for Jason to display such kindness. He walked straight to the bed and

noticed that the quilt cover hadn’t been properly pulled on over the quilt itself. Jason had no idea where

he should begin to direct his scorn.

“Can you even sleep in a bed like that?” Jason asked in disdain.

Meanwhile, Zayne had an odd feeling as he helplessly looked at Jason. He was getting scoffed at for

being unable to make his bed, and he felt hurt by that.

“When you put the quilt cover on, you have to pay attention to the corners. Watch and learn now.”

Jason never thought that he would one day have to teach Zayne such a simple thing.

As such, Zayne carefully observed from the side. Housework seemed simple, but doing them was

torturous. He had to admit that he was terrible at this aspect.

“I see,” Zayne answered from behind.

As he watched Jason breezily set everything into place, Zayne felt even more disgusted at his failure.

He glanced at Jason, for he hadn’t thought that there would be so many tricks for chores.

Although some people were smart, they were useless at maintaining a house. Indeed, Zayne had no

idea how he should distribute the chores at all.