His Dangerous Love

Chapter 87 The Spoiled Lover

Chapter 87 The Spoiled Lover

As Jefferson stepped out of the bathroom, draped in a towel, Elianna couldn't believe her eyes.

The sight of him invading her intimate space shattered the barriers of her previous life, leaving her in a state of surreal wonder.

It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, two strangers whose paths were destined to intertwine. The unpredictability of fate was truly remarkable.

What a curious twist of fate!

The room remained dimly lit, caught between daylight and dusk, casting a hazy veil over everything.

The towel, barely clinging to his chiseled frame, hung loosely around his waist, offering tantalizing glimpses of his sculpted curves.

There still were scratched red marks on his shoulders and back, adding fuel to the already smoldering fire within Elianna.

As Jefferson caught her gaze, he strode over to the side of the bed, tapping her blushing face gently.

"Get up, I'll take you out to eat."

Elianna sprawled on the bed, reluctant to move an inch.

"I'm not hungry. I'm exhausted."

Her alluring laziness, lingering from their passionate encounter, ignited a smoldering intensity in Jefferson's eyes.

He reached under the covers, "Let me see if you're exhausted or not."

Elianna evaded his touch, her voice wavering. "What are you doing? We just...just finished."

Jefferson arched an eyebrow. "Aren't we lovers? Isn't this part of your role?"

Elianna was taken aback.

Wasn't she supposed to enjoy some perks as his lover?

Well, she should have known better than to expect anything from him.

Feeling deceived, she let out an exasperated sigh and wrapped herself tightly in the covers. "The business is closed today."

Jefferson mischievously patted her behind, playfully teasing, "Come on now."

"Can't you listen carefully, Mr. Larsen? I said I'm not hungry, I'm tired. If you want to eat, please go on your own."

Her words lacked politeness, and the room fell into an uneasy silence, making her slightly worried.

As she contemplated breaking the tension with a lighter remark, the weight on the bed shifted.

The already dim lighting was obstructed, casting an eerie shadow.

Accompanying the shadow was the warmth of his breath, carrying a subtle hint of tobacco.

He must have used her body wash because the fragrance mingled with a familiar fruity scent.

It smelt both recognizable and mysterious.

The room fell into complete darkness, leaving Elianna unable to see anything.

Unlike her, Jefferson possessed exceptional night vision, allowing him to capture every detail - her slightly parted lips, and her eyes struggling to widen.

However, he just caressed her face.

"A spoiled girl," he remarked, his tone neither gentle nor angry.

Elianna relaxed, humming in response. "Being a lover should come with special treatment."

The room suddenly illuminated, causing Elianna to instinctively close her eyes.

As Jefferson turned on the lights, he swiftly stood up and dressed himself, picking up his clothes from the floor without hesitation.

Elianna remained wrapped in the covers, her head the only part exposed, looking a little bit silly. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

"Aren't you going to get up to see me off?" he inquired.

Elianna, still half-asleep, had to please him.

"I'm still exhausted, how can I see you off?" she replied.

"Has calling out become too much of an effort for you?" Jefferson playfully taunted her.

"Jefferson!" she exclaimed.

After a few more playful jabs, he declared, "I'm leaving."

Elianna forced a smile.

"Take care, Mr. Larsen."

Just as she was about to drift back to sleep, Jefferson, who had already reached the door, suddenly stopped and said something that completely banished her drowsiness.

"This bed is nice, I'll come here next time."

Before Elianna could react, he had already left.

Fuming with anger, she hurled a pillow towards the door. "What a devil!"