His Dangerous Love

Chapter 33 Does it Hurt

Chapter 33 Does it Hurt?

Jefferson was casually dressed today, in a simple black T-shirt. The style was basic, but the person wearing it was anything but ordinary.

He held a half-burnt cigarette between his fingertips, glanced at Elianna, and raised his hand to check his wristwatch, revealing a slight smile.

"You're here."

Even though he was smiling, Elianna had a sense of impending doom.

Her throat felt dry, and her legs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead. She nodded slightly.

Unperturbed by her uneasiness, Jefferson patted his side and said, "What are you standing there for? Come and sit."

Elianna felt like a puppet on a string, being led by Jefferson and sat down beside him.

The sofa sank like a quagmire, enveloping her.

The hand holding the cigarette gently caressed her face, and the cigarette smoke curled her hair slightly.

The scorching heat lingered around her ears, and Elianna dared not move, afraid that she would accidentally become an ashtray.

Suddenly, the temperature rose, and she instinctively closed her eyes, feeling a touch on her eyelid.

"Have you been crying?"

Elianna stiffened and opened her eyes, meeting Jefferson's mocking gaze.

"Are you so unwilling to see me?"

"No, it's not like that."

Elianna instinctively denied it. Her intuition told her that if she didn't explain herself clearly, she would suffer a terrible fate.

"I cried in the morning, and it was because of something else."

Jefferson arched his eyebrows, "Was it because of Asher?"

Elianna didn't deny it. There was no point in wasting a ready-made excuse.

Jefferson could tell that she was lying with just one look and flicked his wrist.

The pain in her shoulder made Elianna shrink her neck, and the cigarette ash fell onto her fair skin, leaving a hint of redness.

Elianna didn't dodge or avoid. She turned her head to look at Jefferson and asked, "Are you not angry with me anymore, Jefferson?"

This kind of reaction surprised Jefferson a little. He stared at Elianna for a few seconds, then he smiled and stood up to put out his cigarette.

His gaze swept over the red mark, "Does it hurt?"

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Elianna's words were true. It was her own fault for delivering herself to his door without knowing if he was a person or a ghost.

Jefferson was inexplicably pleased and pulled her into his arms.

"Good girl."

At this moment, he seemed like a different person, affectionately smelling her hair.

"Do you remember what I said yesterday?"

Elianna paused. He had said a lot of things yesterday, so she didn't know which one he was referring to.

The next second, a slightly invasive kiss landed on the scorched red mark on her neck.

That small patch of skin was enveloped in the scorching heat, causing a burning sensation.

Just as Elianna was about to reach her limit, Jefferson finally released her poor shoulder and revealed the answer.

"I said..."

Familiar words, along with memories, resurfaced.

Yesterday, she was worried about being discovered and asked him to hurry up, and he said...

"I'm saving it for you."

His deep voice was just like back then, and Elianna's body was almost paralyzed by his words.

What happened next unfolded very naturally.

The swaying ceiling, and the scorching body temperature. The sealed private room trapped the heat and smell.

Dizzy and overwhelmed.

She was brought back to reality by the urgent knocking on the door. By then, she was already drenched in sweat, and she let the person on top of her do as he pleased as if she were deaf.

Outside the door, Albert knew what was happening inside, but he still had to knock on the door with a brave face.

"Jeff, something's happened, and it's urgent."

After waiting for about four or five minutes, the door finally opened.

Jefferson, shirtless with a thin layer of sweat on his muscles, opened the door. The seductive look on his face was unbearable to look at.

He leaned against the door, blocking Albert, "You had better have a real reason."

Albert repeated, "I really do. Otherwise, even if you give me eight guts, I wouldn't dare to disturb you!"

"Say it."