365 Days of Rejected Proposal: CEO's Rebellious Pet-Chapter 142: Imprisoned

Zinnia Lawrence was brushing her teeth while Jenson Forrest stood by, staring at her.

Feeling somewhat puzzled, Zinnia looked at him.

"Aren’t you going to brush your teeth?"

As she spoke, she instinctively glanced at the toiletries beside her, her movements gradually slowing. It was only then that she realized this was Sovereign Court, the marital home she and Jenson Forrest had once shared—their former home. When she had left, she had only packed a few clothes, taking nothing else with her. Yet she now discovered that despite her long absence, nothing at Sovereign Court had been changed.

All her toiletries were still there—towel, toothbrush, mouthwash cup, comb, cosmetics, and even two of her hair ties hanging from a small hook under the towel rack. It was as if she had never left.

No, that’s not right. There are some changes.

Zinnia noticed that another person’s belongings had been placed beside her toiletries. They were Jenson Forrest’s, arranged next to hers—tall and short, big and small—making everything a matching pair.

Her things were all in warm colors, while his were in cool tones. But many of these items were couple sets that Zinnia had once painstakingly picked out and bought herself.

Those little efforts held all her hopes.

In the past, however, Jenson Forrest didn’t share a bed with her. On the rare occasions he came home, they always slept in separate rooms. His toiletries had always been kept in the bathroom of the adjacent bedroom. But now, after she had left, they had been moved into the master bathroom, catching Zinnia’s eye so unexpectedly. This discovery threw her thoughts into chaos once again.

"I already freshened up. I’ve even been to the company for two meetings."

The man’s voice sounded from beside her, snapping Zinnia back to reality.

She glanced at the time and saw it was already mid-morning. Jenson Forrest was known for his discipline, always getting up at six sharp for a run. It was only then that Zinnia also realized he wasn’t wearing casual clothes but a full suit.

So he hadn’t shared a bed with her and woken up together. He might not have even slept beside her last night. Perhaps he just happened to be there when she woke up. But then what about these toiletries? Did he move into the master bedroom after I left? Why?

Zinnia realized just how pathetic she was. Every little action from Jenson Forrest, even if it meant nothing, could still pull at her heartstrings and make her overthink everything.

She brushed her teeth forcefully, compelling herself not to look or think anymore.

"Then you can go out. I’ll come down after I’m ready." Zinnia urged Jenson Forrest to leave. She really couldn’t understand what was so interesting about watching her freshen up.

Jenson Forrest, however, seemed a little worried. The man nodded and reminded her before he left, "There’s no rush. Take your time."

Ever since he’d learned of her pregnancy, he had become somewhat anxious. It was as if she were fragile glass that he always wanted to keep in his sight. He had gone to Stellar for meetings this morning, but his heart was unsettled the whole time. He had originally planned to come back at noon to have lunch with her, but he couldn’t wait any longer and ended up postponing his work to return early. This was something that had never happened before.

When Zinnia came downstairs, Aunt Kramer had, as expected, already prepared a sumptuous breakfast.

Jenson Forrest was already seated at the dining table, legs crossed, casually flipping through a financial newspaper. When he saw Zinnia approach, the man put the newspaper aside and, to her surprise, stood up to pull out the chair beside him for her.

Zinnia had intended to sit opposite him, but seeing this, she had no choice but to walk over and sit down beside the man.

But his gentlemanly actions didn’t stop there. He kept asking if she wanted to eat this or try that. She was hungry and eating quickly, but he repeatedly reminded her to slow down and even poured her a glass of water, placing it by her hand. He even held a napkin at the ready, wiping the corner of her mouth whenever it was stained with a bit of soup.

Zinnia felt as if she were a baby being cared for by him. Far from enjoying it, she felt completely ill at ease.

When Jenson Forrest reached out again, intending to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Zinnia raised her hand to block him.

She turned to look at him. "Jenson, aren’t you eating?"

It seemed Jenson Forrest had been so focused on taking care of her that he hadn’t even touched his own chopsticks.

"I already ate this morning. Just watching you is fine."

Zinnia was speechless. But being stared at by him while I eat is so stressful!

"I’m going to get indigestion. What on earth are you doing?" Zinnia put down her chopsticks, turned to face Jenson Forrest, and simply stopped eating altogether.

The light in Jenson Forrest’s deep eyes couldn’t help but dim. He just wanted to accompany her for a meal, and she was getting indigestion from it. The man’s thin lips pressed together. He nodded, stood up, and said, "I’ll wait for you in the living room. You should eat some more."

As his tall figure strode toward the living room, Zinnia bit her lip, feeling that his departing back carried a tinge of loneliness. She instantly felt a pang of guilt, as if she had been too harsh and had hurt him.

The tragedy of the hopelessly devoted! This won’t do, this won’t do.

Zinnia patted her head and resumed eating.

When she finished eating and came out of the dining room, Jenson Forrest was sitting on the living room sofa, looking at his phone. Broad swathes of sunlight enveloped him, the metal face of his watch reflecting a cold glint. He looked noble and languid, distant and cool. It was as if the man who had just been meticulously caring for her during the meal had vanished.

This version of him was more normal, however, and it allowed Zinnia to relax more.

She walked over, sat down on the sofa, and held her hand out to Jenson Forrest. "Where’s my phone?"

Jenson Forrest had confiscated her phone yesterday. She had searched for it in the room while she was freshening up but hadn’t found it. She had promised Yara Fairchild she would let her know she’d landed safely. I still haven’t contacted her. I wonder how worried she must be.

But Jenson Forrest simply raised his hand and took hers. "I’ll keep your phone for you for the time being," he said. "Once you’ve thought things through, I’ll naturally give it back to you."

Zinnia froze. "What do you mean? What am I supposed to think through?"

"Thinking through what you ought to tell me, of course. And also, realizing that leaving me was not a wise decision." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The man’s voice was deep and steady, even carrying a hint of gentleness. But the domineering tone beneath his words sent a chill through Zinnia’s heart.

It was only then that she realized Jenson Forrest’s obstruction wasn’t a whim. It wasn’t because he was angry about her escape and wanted to humiliate her one last time. He truly... regrets it! He regrets the divorce, and it’s overturning all my plans.

The window of freedom she had struggled so hard to open had been casually slammed shut by him, sealed tight once more.

Zinnia was about to die from anger. She forcefully yanked her hand back, grabbed a nearby throw pillow, and hurled it at the man. "Think things through, my ass! You’re the one who needs to think things through, Jenson Forrest! Are you insane?!"

The man caught the pillow without so much as a frown. "No, you will think it through. Be good and think it over at home. I have a business engagement at noon, so I can’t join you for lunch, but I’ll be back to accompany you tonight."

With that, the man stood up, leaned over, and before Zinnia could react, he kissed the top of her head and strode away.

Zinnia’s chest heaved. Unable to stop herself, she jumped up and chased after him. However, just as she reached the foyer, two housemaids suddenly appeared and blocked her way.

"Move aside."

"Where are you going, Madam?" The housemaids were respectful, but they didn’t yield a single step.

Zinnia stared at them. "Jenson Forrest forbade me from leaving?"

"Sir says that Madam needs plenty of rest. If you’d like to walk around, we can accompany you for a stroll in the garden. If you’d like to go somewhere, Sir will take you himself when he returns from work."

In other words, he had confined her to Sovereign Court Villa.

Zinnia laughed, but it was a laugh born of fury. Jenson Forrest is actually restricting my personal freedom! What does he mean by this? Does he plan to imprison me until I agree to cancel the divorce and give up the idea of leaving?