The food had gone cold.
But the temperature between us kept rising.
He suppressed the feelings in his eyes, lifted me up, and carried me out of the private
room.
Outside was a bit chilly; Jason grabbed a jacket from the sofa and draped it over my head
The scent of cedar filled my nose, stirring my heartstrings.
A low–key, luxurious Maybach was parked by the curb. Just as we were about to approach it, a surprised yet familiar voice rang out:
“Jason, when did you get back?”
Not far off, Kevin walked over with Sally wrapped around his waist.
His tone was full of surprise, and even through his clothes, I could feel his probing.
Jason just glanced at him coolly: “Just got back.”
Kevin joked:
“Good brother, you’re finally seeing the light? Let me see who this mystery is.”
He stepped forward, reaching to pull the jacket off my head.
I leaned on Jason’s shoulder, instinctively clutching his collar.
Kevin’s hand didn’t touch Jason’s clothes.
Jason just looked at him once, and Kevin withdrew his hand.
“Alright, alright. Since you’re holding your treasure so tight, I won’t keep you. Next time, bring her out for us to meet.” Jason said nothing, carrying me into the back seat of the car.
Jason Jenkins was a well–known second–generation heir in the capital.
He was also Kevin’s best friend.
I used to see Jason and Kevin hanging out at the King family estate together.
Though close friends, for some reason, I always felt Jason kept a strange distance from Kevin.
Later, I understood.
His true intentions weren’t about friendship.
The day after 1 confessed to Kevin and was rejected, the day the King family sent me abroad, Jason chased after me.
The car slowly headed toward Jason’s villa, I stayed curled on his shoulder.
The partition in the back seat rose.
His hand moved slowly upward; the cold touch made me catch my breath. Strands of hair tangled on his face; his eyes darkened.
His long neck was exposed.
Fragile skin pressed little by little.
My body trembled involuntarily.
The distance from the club to Jason’s villa wasn’t short.
Jason tapped the partition; the driver understood and pulled over, leaving.
The temperature inside the car rose gradually with the air conditioning.
I bit my lip, trying hard not to make a sound.
Jason deliberately whispered in my ear:
“Why so quiet? Not feeling well?”
I opened my mouth to say something but was suddenly overwhelmed.
Only a whimper escaped.
After an unknown time, Jason finally stopped.
His handsome face, lit by the dim interior light, wore a satisfied expression.
He held me, gently wiping me clean.
I picked up my phone tossed aside and saw two messages.
12:24 PM
The King family eventually found out I was back.
Coincidentally, it was Mrs. King’s birthday banquet, and she called me, asking me to come home.
I was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
When I arrived, many guests had already come.
Three years ago, the news that the King family’s adopted daughter dared to like the sole heir was known throughout the city.
When I appeared at the banquet entrance, all eyes turned to me.
Surprise, anticipation of drama, disdain…
Sally was fawning around Mrs. King, who was somewhat indifferent.
But when I showed up, Mrs. King turned, linked arms with Sally, and smiled happily.
Then she looked at me with surprise:
“Lily’s back! Come here, Mom wants to introduce you. This is your brother’s girlfriend.” She emphasized “your brother’s girlfriend” heavily. I smiled faintly.
I took out two gift boxes.
One was the King Family Heirloom Bracelet; the other was a birthday gift for Mrs. King. As I handed them over, I hesitated, then said:
“Mom, happy birthday.”
Mrs. King shook my hand and exchanged a few polite words.
She accepted the bracelet but casually set the gift aside.
There were many guests today; Mrs. King didn’t pay much attention to me.
wisely left the banquet hall and went to the King family backyard.
Three years had passed, and the place had changed a lot.
Lost in thought, I sensed a gaze on me.
I looked up and met the deep black eyes of Jason Jenkins.
Wasn’t he supposed to be on a business trip today?
Dressed in black, surrounded by people, Kevin was beside him, pressing him for the identity of the woman Jason had been holding yesterday.
Jason said nothing, quietly fiddling with a ring on his hand.
It was the couple’s ring I gave him yesterday.
The one on his hand was the one I made him wear.
The one on my hand was his…
Thinking of yesterday’s scene, I suddenly felt a little shy under his gaze.
I planned to turn and check if my room at the King family house still had anything when a figure blocked my way.
Sally’s face appeared.
She lowered her voice, looking at me with a dark expression:
“Didn’t you see the texts I sent?
“Why are you so shameless, chasing Kevin wherever he goes?”
Me: “???”
