His Dangerous Love

Chapter 125 Don't Worry, The Matter Isn't Settled Yet

Chapter 125 Don't Worry, The Matter Isn't Settled Yet

Outside the door.

Nola failed to stop Roger, and she watched helplessly as he barged in.

"You bitch! Do you think Jefferson would care about a whore like you? Come here!"

Roger remembered what Jefferson had said earlier, that he didn't like promiscuous women, so he didn't even bother with Elianna. He immediately grabbed her hair.

Elianna was pulled back, her hands futilely covering her head and trying to protect her poor scalp.

She was forced backward by the strength, and her eyes were pleading as she looked towards Jefferson.

Jefferson remained indifferent, twirling his fingers and watching as his thumb was stained red.

Despair filled Elianna's heart as she closed her eyes, suppressing the bitterness.

In the end, was it all in vain?

"Clap"

Jefferson suddenly clapped his hands.

"Roger, weren't you going to entertain me? What's this game you're playing?"

Roger hadn't noticed the danger yet, completely focused on dealing with Elianna. He casually replied, "After I'm done with this bitch, I'll play with you however you want."

"Bitch?"

Jefferson's smile became sinister, as he spoke slowly, "She's my brother's wife. If you insult her as a bitch, doesn't that mean you're insulting me too?"

Roger, who was dragging Elianna, froze for a moment, and his grip subconsciously loosed.

"Jefferson, that doesn't make sense. I'm insulting this ungrateful woman."

Jefferson glanced at the disheveled Elianna on the ground, and his smile grew stronger. "Ungrateful, huh?"

"Anna, tell me, how are you ungrateful?"

Hearing this, Roger frowned. What was Jefferson up to? Was he trying to defend Elianna?

Just a moment ago, he despised this woman, so why was he now standing up for her?

Elianna also didn't know what Jefferson was planning, but she followed his lead and answered.

"Mr. Roberts hit me and wanted to fuck me."

"What the fuck are you blabbering about? You willingly came to me..."

"Hush."

Jefferson's hushing interrupted Roger, as he shrugged, "You see, Anna said it. You wanted to fuck her, and then she didn't know her place. So, how about you give me face and let it go?"

Seeing Jefferson pretending to be confused, Roger's face turned pale and then red.

He couldn't even tell if Jefferson genuinely wanted to protect Elianna or if he was intentionally humiliating him.

Roger's hatred for Jefferson grew stronger, and he was unable to force a smile.

"Since Jefferson said so, I won't hold it against her."

Jefferson glanced at Elianna on the ground, "You should thank Roger."

Elianna felt humiliated, but she also understood that she had no room for recklessness at the moment.

She struggled to stand up, wiping away the fresh blood from her forehead with her sleeve.

"Thank you, Mr. Roberts."

Roger glanced at her face and felt a dull ache in his lower body. He reluctantly nodded.

He would let her off for now, but he didn't believe that Jefferson would be interested in protecting her again if she got into trouble a second time.

He would make sure to kill her eventually.

Taking a few deep breaths, Roger looked at Jefferson and said, "Now that the matter is settled, I'll take my leave. Enjoy yourself, Jefferson."

"Hold on."

Jefferson stood up and his towering height created a palpable sense of pressure in the room.

Roger instinctively took a step back, swallowing hard. "Isn't everything resolved?"

Jefferson raised his eyebrows, a malicious glint in his eyes. "The matter of her not knowing her place is resolved, but the matter of you wanting to fuck Anna isn't resolved."

Roger froze, finally understanding why Jefferson had asked Elianna to apologize to him.

He had almost been ruined, and a casual apology had seemingly nullified that, only to have the tables turned on him.

Could it be that Jefferson was still unhappy about the deal they had made, and he was using this as an opportunity to retaliate?

A dark cloud settled on Roger's face. "How would you like to settle this, Jefferson?"Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.