Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted-Chapter 157: Julian Sinclair Completely Loses Control Over Me

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Julian Sinclair Completely Loses Control Over Me

This statement startled me.

During this time spent together, I have somewhat come to understand Julian Sinclair’s nature.

He seems gentle and refined on the surface, but at his core, he possesses the dominance and assertiveness typical of someone in power.

If he says he will do something, he will definitely do it.

Clenching my teeth, I quietly followed the waiter upstairs.

The hallway was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat.

Standing at his door, I took a deep breath and knocked lightly.

The door swung open the next second, and a huge force suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulling me in fiercely!

My back slammed hard against the door panel, and before I could react, Julian Sinclair was on me, kissing away my instinctive gasp.

I was terrified and began to struggle.

Between us, aside from that time influenced by medicine, there had never been such a transgression.

No matter how rampant the rumors were, we always adhered to our boundaries.

But now, his strength was astonishing, one hand clasping my waist while the other slid directly under my dress, the warmth of his fingertips sending tingles throughout my body.

"Julian Sinclair! You... let go!"

I hissed under my breath, fiercely biting his lip.

The taste of blood spread in my mouth, yet he did not relent in the slightest. Instead, his kiss grew fiercer, as if pouring all his restraint and anger into it.

I dared not make a sound.

Downstairs were guests and media; if anyone came up, it would all be over for us.

The innocence we had barely achieved through the charade with the old lady would vanish in an instant.

Not until I was nearly suffocated did he finally release my lips.

I said bitterly, "You’re insane!"

"Insane?"

Julian Sinclair pressed his forehead against mine, breathing heavily, his eyes behind the glasses red with rage. "Zoe Ellison, when you reconciled with Timothy Xavier in front of everyone, did you not think I would go insane?"

His hand gripped my wrist tightly, the joints showing white, "Tell me, do you really want to reconcile with him? Is that your decision?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

I dared not meet his eyes, avoiding his gaze and nodding slightly.

Julian Sinclair’s sharp gaze was fixed on me, and he gritted his teeth, asking, "Then tell me, what does that make me?"

I was frightened by his reaction.

In my impression, Julian Sinclair had never shown such a mad side.

Then, familiar footsteps suddenly echoed from the corridor outside.

Soon after, Timothy Xavier’s voice reached our ears: "Did Zoe Ellison just come up?"

Then it was Jack Sullivan’s voice: "It seems so; I saw her heading this way with a waiter..."

My heart leapt into my throat, and the blood in my body seemed to freeze.

Timothy Xavier was right outside the door!

If he took just a few more steps forward, if he pushed open this door, the way we are now, all previous clarifications would become a colossal joke.

I frantically pushed against Julian Sinclair, my eyes full of pleading.

But he seemed oblivious to the noise outside the door, tightening his grip on my waist instead, his fingertips gently stroking my skin, producing the faint sound of fabric rubbing.

This torment was like a dull knife slicing repeatedly at my nerves.

A rapid knock sounded at the door, Timothy Xavier’s voice pierced with urgency: "Zoe Ellison, are you in there? Open the door!"

I bit my lip, not daring to make a sound.

Luckily, Timothy Xavier was not sure I was in this room, but was knocking on each room door sequentially.

Since he did not open this door, he moved to the next.

Despite this, I was still trembling all over, humiliation washing over me in waves.

At this moment, how was I any different from that night breathing heavily on the phone with Serena Sawyer?

With tearful eyes, I looked at Julian Sinclair, who had just been kissing my neck in disgrace and anger.

Perhaps it was my look of utter despair that finally made him stop.

The coldness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a trace of remorse.

Julian Sinclair cautiously adjusted my dress’s hem, then gently wiped the tears from my eyes with his thumb.

He spoke with a hoarse voice, "Sorry, I... scared you."

I turned my face away, not speaking, but the tears fell like broken pearls, unstoppable.

The fear and humiliation just now, along with his out-of-control appearance, were like a tangled mess in my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.

At that moment, my phone in my bag started vibrating.

I was startled, hastily took it out, and answered the call.

"Where are you?" Timothy Xavier’s voice came through the receiver, tinged with questioning.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Julian Sinclair’s suddenly darkened face; the air pressure around him was so low it seemed capable of freezing the air.

I tried to speak as calmly as possible, "I suddenly felt unwell just now, so I went home first."

After a few seconds of silence, Timothy’s previously tense tone softened as he asked, "What’s bothering you? Is it serious? I’ll come find you after the banquet ends. Be a good girl and wait for me at home."

I answered as obediently as I could, "Okay."

The moment I hung up, it felt as if the air in the bedroom solidified.

Julian’s gaze landed on my face, obscure and unfathomable, like a bottomless cold pool.

I dared not entangle with him any further. After all, if Timothy really caught us, who knows what would happen?

Anyway, Timothy’s reputation has plummeted, becoming a laughingstock online, completely shameless by now.

But I didn’t want Julian to be dragged into this mess with him. The Sinclair Family still cared about their image.

To make Julian give up, I coldly said, "I’m going back, or else my husband will be worried."

Julian’s expression stiffened.

At this moment, he probably couldn’t tell if I truly rekindled my relationship with Timothy or was merely acting to prove his innocence.

Just as I was about to leave, he suddenly seized my wrist, pulling me back, staring at me sharply. "Zoe Ellison, juggling two men at once, do you think you’re that capable?"

This remark was like a poisoned knife, precisely stabbing into my heart.

I knew he was doing it on purpose, using the harshest words to test my limits, wanting to see my true feelings.

But even knowing it was a test, the dull pain in my chest cut like a knife, each breath carrying a twinge of pain.

The smile on my face could no longer be maintained, chipping away like shattered glass.

I raised my head, looking straight into Julian’s cold eyes, my voice filled with a desperate determination, "Goodbye, Attorney Sinclair."

As I opened the door, I unexpectedly discovered that Timothy, who had just left, was back.

My heart sank to rock bottom, and before I could even retreat, he had already appeared in front of me.

Instinctively, I turned back to see Julian still holding the door open, seemingly on purpose to let Timothy witness this.

The expression on Timothy’s face froze, replaced by an inescapable gloom.

His gaze flicked past me, then over to the half-open bedroom door behind me, his voice carrying suppressed anger, "Weren’t you going home?"

I took a deep breath, afraid he might go crazy in this setting.

The hall downstairs was full of guests; I couldn’t take that risk.

So I suppressed the panic in my heart, walked over, and deliberately linked arms with him, my tone unprecedentedly gentle, "I’ll explain when we get back."

Timothy’s gaze, however, didn’t move away from Julian, a mocking smile creeping up on his lips, "Uncle, even rabbits don’t eat the grass by their burrow, yet you just have to make a move on your nephew’s wife?"

He paused, his voice growing even colder, "I just helped you clear up those rumors downstairs, and you turned around and brought my wife into a room. Isn’t that a little too unscrupulous?"

Julian didn’t speak immediately—he simply strode forward step by step.

The air pressure around him descended with his approach, the invisible oppression diminishing the forcefulness on Timothy’s face.

Until he stopped in front of Timothy, speaking each word clearly, "I’ve indeed taken a liking to your wife. Soon, I’ll make you accept your defeat willingly."

"You’re asking for it!"

Timothy’s anger ignited in an instant; he clenched his right hand into a fist, ready to swing it at Julian.

I reacted quickly, pressing down on him, warning in a voice only the two of us could hear, "Timothy, if you dare cause a scene here, our deal will end immediately!"

Timothy’s body stiffened for a moment, suppressing his anger.

In the end, he glared fiercely at Julian, then grabbed my wrist, pulling me to turn and leave.

As we turned back, I seemed to catch a glimpse of the forbearance and heartache in Julian’s eyes.

Downstairs, the banquet hall was still alive with music and dancing, but none of us wanted to stay any longer.

Timothy’s steps were quick and urgent, nearly dragging me through the corridor until we reached the parking lot and stopped.

He opened the passenger door, shoved me inside, then circled to the other side to get into the driver’s seat himself.

The car door slammed shut with a "bang," but Timothy didn’t start the car immediately—instead, he turned towards me, pressing closer, with both hands on either side of my seat, trapping me between him and the seat.

"Zoe Ellison, I just helped him downstairs, and you were upstairs with him the next moment! You lie so easily! Have you been fair to me?"

Looking at his angry face, I suddenly remembered the call from Serena Sawyer that night, filled with obscene and dirty language.

I looked at him calmly and retorted, "And what about you? Timothy Xavier, have you never lied to me? Let’s not even talk about the past. Just in this time, have you done anything wrong to me?"

Timothy’s eyes flickered for a moment, and a hint of obvious guilt flashed across them.

He pressed his lips together, finally letting go of the issue with Julian Sinclair and me, and sat back in his seat.

After a long while, he spoke in a deep voice, "Let’s forget about today. But Zoe Ellison, I’m warning you, if there’s a next time, if I see you involved with him again, don’t blame me for exposing you both to the media!"

He paused for a moment and continued, "You should know, the Sinclair Family has always been close to officials in Aurelia, and they have many relatives in politics. If your affair is exposed, the price Julian Sinclair has to pay is much higher than mine!"

His words left me breathless.

Timothy Xavier has long lost his limits; ever since I exposed him with Serena Sawyer last time, he shamelessly mocks himself online as if he doesn’t care at all.

But Julian Sinclair is different. His background, family, and reputation can’t afford any blemish.

I can’t gamble with a madman, so I choose not to confront him directly, hoping to stabilize the situation first.

But my concessions only made Timothy Xavier more brazen.

He turned and stared at me, his tone unyieldingly firm, "From today, you and Doris move back to The Xavier Manor. If we’re going to put on a show, we must do it thoroughly to avoid failure and dragging your Attorney Sinclair down. Isn’t that right?"

I frowned, instinctively wanting to refuse.

Yet, Timothy Xavier seemed certain he could control me, already driving towards my home.

Watching the streets speed by outside the window, I began calculating how to escape.

Finally, as we neared my building, I stealthily reached into my coat pocket, pulled out my phone, and found the last call from Serena Sawyer.

Soon enough, the call connected just as Timothy Xavier’s car stopped downstairs.

I placed the phone behind the seat, ensuring every word I was about to say to Timothy Xavier could be heard clearly.

"You mentioned wanting Doris and me to return to The Xavier Manor. Shouldn’t we wait for Doris to come back from kindergarten first and ask her opinion?"

"Don’t use Doris as an excuse!" Timothy Xavier immediately cut me off, "As long as you’re willing, she won’t disagree."

I deliberately softened my tone, "Going back isn’t impossible, but I have one condition."

I paused, emphasizing my words, "I don’t want to return only to find you being ambiguous with Serena Sawyer again. You must promise to cut ties with her completely, never seeing her again, and banishing her from our world forever!"

Timothy Xavier almost instantly replied, "Rest assured, anyone you dislike won’t stay by my side."

He reached out to touch my face, and I quickly dodged. He awkwardly withdrew his hand but deliberately softened his tone, "As long as you and Doris are willing to return, you are my entire world."

...

On the other side of the call.

Serena Sawyer furiously smashed her phone onto the coffee table, the screen cracking.

"Zoe Ellison, you bitch!" Her distorted and malicious voice seethed through clenched teeth, "Bitch, how dare you call to provoke me? Want me out of Veridia? As if you deserve it!"

Images of the entertainment news she just saw flashed in her mind.

- Timothy Xavier in a sharp suit, kneeling on one knee before Zoe Ellison, seeking forgiveness.

Serena Sawyer’s nails dug into her palms, shaking with anger.

She had humbled herself to keep Timothy Xavier, helped raise Doris, and sacrificed so much.

Yet, Zoe Ellison’s outrageous demands were met without hesitation from Timothy Xavier! Agreed in a heartbeat!

Was everything they had shared just an illusion?

The more Serena Sawyer thought, the more unwilling she felt. She took a deep breath and muttered, "Zoe Ellison, you want to reconcile with Timothy Xavier and enjoy family bliss? Dream on!"

With that, she walked out into the night, heading straight to Sophia Kendall’s house.

The servant she had bribed informed her that to welcome Zoe Ellison home, Timothy Xavier was afraid she’d feel wronged, so he had Sophia Kendall sent back home overnight.

So now, Sophia Kendall no longer resided at The Xavier Manor.

At home, Sophia Kendall sat on the sofa, her expression extremely dark.

After being "escorted" back by Timothy Xavier’s bodyguards, she was fuming with anger.

What agitated her even more was seeing the overwhelming media coverage of the event today.

Her son, whom she had raised with utmost privilege for over twenty years, had knelt before Zoe Ellison!

Lowered himself without a hint of reluctance.

The more Sophia Kendall thought about it, the angrier she became.

Disgraceful! Too disgraceful! Timothy Xavier has brought shame to The Xavier Family!

Just then, a servant tiptoed in and quietly reported, "Madam, Serena Sawyer is here and waiting at the door."

"Serena Sawyer?" Sophia Kendall frowned, her tone filled with disdain and contempt, "Why is she here? A worthless girl who couldn’t even fight Zoe Ellison, her reputation in tatters, dares to come to my house?"

Ever since Serena Sawyer’s plan against Zoe Ellison backfired, sending her reputation and prospects spiraling downwards, Sophia Kendall hadn’t even bothered to glance at her.

In her view, Serena Sawyer was no longer worthy of stepping foot into the Xavier Family’s door.

"Tell her to leave!" Sophia Kendall ordered, "Say I’m already asleep and won’t see any guests."

The maid hesitated for a moment, reluctantly saying, "But... Miss Sawyer mentioned she has something you’d definitely be interested in. She also said if you don’t see her today, you’d regret it in the future."

"Oh?"

Sophia Kendall paused with her hand holding the teacup; could it be that Serena Sawyer had found some leverage against Zoe Ellison to drive that tramp away from her son?

This actually piqued her interest.

She changed her mind and said to the servant, "Let her in then! I’d like to see what she can come up with."

In no time, Serena was led into the living room by the maid.

Sophia lounged on the sofa, her demeanor still lofty, only casting a sideways glance at her without a shred of respect: "Well, what have you brought that might catch my interest?"

Serena curved her lips into a meaningful smile, "You’re aware, right? Your son plans to bring Zoe and Doris back to The Xavier Family, and before long, Zoe will be stepping into your home. Do you think you can handle her all by yourself?"

Sophia let out a cold laugh from her throat, her gaze mocking and unrestrained, "Are you suggesting I should rely on you? Even if I truly don’t want Zoe back with Timothy, what about you?"

She gave Serena a once-over, her tone growing more cutting, "Your reputation is already as foul as a rat in the alley! Do you even deserve any connection with our Timothy?"

Serena’s nails almost dug into her palm, the fury within her nearly boiling over.

She chuckled, then produced a cellphone and played a video as she handed it over, saying, "Take a look at this first!"

Sophia furrowed her brows as she took the cellphone, lazily scanning the screen.

But the next second, her pupils contracted suddenly, her face turned ashen, and her hand holding the phone began to tremble uncontrollably.

The screen displayed a salacious video of her with several young men at The Pegasus Club, filmed from a particularly compromising angle.

"You..."

Sophia’s voice trembled as she tried to speak, only to be interrupted by Serena’s mocking voice in her ear: "At your age, Missus Xavier, you’re still so spirited, having seven ’ducks’ for company in one night, I must say I’m impressed. Your stamina exceeds even ours, the younger folks."

"Shut up!"

Sophia panicked completely, her face alternating between white and red.

She frantically pressed on the phone, trying to delete those photos, attempting to wipe away these unspeakable things.

"Go ahead, delete them, by all means."

Serena sat on the sofa as she watched her flustered, saying each word deliberately: "In any case, what’s in this phone is just a copy. I not only hold the original, but I also have evidence from three years ago of you going overboard with a male model at your private villa."

Sophia abruptly raised her head, her body shaking uncontrollably, her eyes filled with fear and disbelief, as if staring at a ghost seeking vengeance.

She rasped, "How do you know about these things? Where did you get this material?"

She had spent a hefty sum to suppress the incident back then, even Timothy Xavier was in the dark; how could Serena, an outsider, possibly have obtained the evidence?

The crystal chandelier in the living room emitted a cold light, reflecting off Sophia’s bloodless face.

Serena sneered with disdain and said, "I have my ways, Sophia Kendall, your vital nerve has long been under my control. Since you came aboard my ship, you think you can disembark just like that?"

Sophia’s fingertips dug deeply into the sofa armrest, cold sweat covering her forehead: "What do you... what do you want?"

"Naturally, to become your daughter-in-law!"

Serena suddenly smiled, her tone filled with threat, "Rest assured, once we become family, I will keep your secrets. After all, we’d be family!"

As she spoke, her tone suddenly shifted to a heavier note: "But if you don’t cooperate, then I’ll have no choice but to be a law-abiding citizen. Then Ms. Kendall, your twilight years might have you enjoying life as a ’wealthy lady’ in prison, eh?"

"No! Please!"

Sophia suddenly grabbed Serena’s hand, her knees involuntarily pressing against the carpet, almost kneeling, "Serena, please don’t be rash! I will do whatever you want, I’ll talk to Timothy, you’ll be his only wife, and from then on, you have the final say in this house! Please don’t make a fuss, no one else must know!"

Serena watched her terrified figure, a trace of triumph flickering in her eyes.

She withdrew her hand leisurely and said, "My father was imprisoned by Timothy Xavier for fraud, but my brother and mother can’t live on air. You’re a shareholder of Xavier Group, find a department manager position for my brother in the company soon. Additionally, from tomorrow, my mother and I are moving into The Xavier Manor. I need to provide for my mother; that’s not too much to ask, right?"

Sophia’s heart sank heavily.

Timothy Xavier had previously grown distant due to her interference in company matters.

But when she met Serena’s sinister eyes, she didn’t dare to bargain a word.

Ultimately, she could only squeeze out a word from between clenched teeth: "Fine."

Serena had gotten what she wanted and didn’t linger, leaving Sophia’s home.

Sophia collapsed onto the sofa, staring at the empty doorway, her heart still pounding in her chest.

The fear that reached to her bones left her trembling.

How could it be like this?

Back when Zoe Ellison married Timothy Xavier, even as Mrs. Xavier, she had to defer to Sophia, letting her manipulate as she pleased.

Even when later she became satisfied with Serena Sawyer, she still maintained the airs of a mother-in-law.

But she never expected to hit a wall, encountering a snake instead!

Now being choked by the snake, unable to shake it off.

Would it be that for the rest of her life, she would become a puppet to Serena Sawyer?

This thought pressed against her heart like a boulder, making it hard to breathe.

Darkness loomed over Sophia’s vision, and for the first time, she felt the meaning of "fear"!