His Dangerous Love

Chapter 129 Your Moans Sound So Pleasing

Chapter 129 Your Moans Sound So Pleasing

Inside the room

Elianna swayed on the chair, emitting sounds of shame.

She didn't know if the person outside had left or not, so to ensure her plan's success, she had to act convincingly.

Although she kept telling herself that it was just a temporary measure, the continuous gaze beside her was making her feel increasingly embarrassed.

When the person outside finally left, Elianna's face was flushed red.

Avoiding eye contact, she tried her best to appear composed.

"Let's take this opportunity to leave."

Just as they took a couple of steps, the man's chest blocked her way, and his fingers lifted her chin.

The intense heat in his eyes made her inexplicably tongue-tied. "Wh-what are you doing?"

His thumb caressed her neck. "Your moans sound so pleasing. Can you make a few more?"

"Mr. Larsen!"

"Alright."

Jefferson poked her forehead without any tenderness. "You're not even a bit funny."

He pulled her towards the inner room.

Elianna saw the large bed in the room and couldn't help but curse under her breath, "What time is it now?"

Ignoring her feeble struggles, Jefferson pushed her into the bathroom and pointed at the mirror.

"Take a look at yourself."

Elianna saw the disheveled woman with blood on her face in the mirror and was dumbfounded.

Silently turning on the tap, she cupped her hands and splashed water on her face.

She hadn't felt it before, but the cold water stung her wounds, causing her to gasp in pain.

She gritted her teeth and continued washing.

She didn't want to use the towels in this place, so she grabbed a few tissues and quickly wiped herself.

Turning around, she saw the dried bloodstains on Jefferson's hands and pointed at them. "You should wash up too."

Jefferson extended his hand like a lord. "You wash them for me."

In order to leave quickly, Elianna reluctantly served Jefferson.

The washbasin wasn't small, but when they stood side by side, it felt a bit cramped.

First, she rolled up his sleeves, section by section, revealing his muscular arms.

She squeezed some hand soap and rubbed it between their fingers, creating foam.

Her fingers brushed against the bulging veins on the back of his hand. The joints fitted into the gaps between his fingers, and then over his palm.

The atmosphere inexplicably became romantic.

Their position had unknowingly changed.

Jefferson hugged her from behind, trapping her between his body and the washbasin.

His head was buried in her neck. He caught a whiff of a perfume different from usual and paused.

"Did you use it to meet Roger?"

Elianna was weakened by his harassment, and after hastily drying her hands, she struggled and asked him to let go.

"Let's leave quickly."

"No rush."

He held her in his arms and turned her around.

Her previously applied makeup had been wiped clean, revealing a pure and innocent face with a few visible finger marks, which evoked a sense of pity.

He gathered her wet hair behind her ears, which had been splashed by water. "If I hadn't coincidentally come here today, would you have been lying on that bed outside, serving Roger?"

Elianna froze.

His words cut through her, exposing the situation she least wanted to confront.

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Could she have escaped? The answer was an absolute no.

But she had no choice...

"Darling, are you daydreaming?"

Startled, Elianna snapped back to reality and looked at him with wide eyes.

Without thinking, she lied, "I know I was wrong. I thought I would just have a meal and leave. I didn't think too much."

Jefferson smirked.

This woman's lies flowed effortlessly from her mouth as if she didn't take him seriously.

He grabbed her by the back of her neck as if handling a feline.

Elianna obediently tilted her head back, desperately trying to display her innocence.

The wound on her forehead had stopped bleeding, and the skin scraped open, revealing tender red flesh.

It was as if a mask of hypocrisy had been slightly torn.

Jefferson leaned down towards the red mark.

His lips, radiating scorching heat, pressed against the wound, and an unbearable pain spread from her forehead.

Elianna instinctively recoiled and tears welled up in her eyes. "It hurts."