Chapter 208 You Really Think Highly of Me
The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became eerie.
Adeline's sudden move caught Jasper off guard for a moment. Her body's instincts were faster than her brain's rationality.
The man stared at her fair neck and fiery red lips, his eyes gradually deepening.
In the living room, it wasn't just Jasper who was looking at her. Almost everyone's gaze was fixed on Adeline.
The bodyguards were all internally shocked.
That woman... she was really bold! But... her figure was really good!
Realizing the stares of the surrounding bodyguards, Jasper furrowed his brows tightly and sternly whispered, "Turn around!"
The bodyguards received the command and quickly turned around in unison, none daring to glance at Adeline again.
Jasper angrily grabbed a thin blanket from the sofa and covered Adeline's curvaceous body. "Are you out of your mind?"
Previously, he had only seen her long legs peeking out from under the coat.
Jasper thought she was wearing shorts or a skirt inside. But now, upon closer inspection...
This woman actually had the audacity to come out wearing just a coat over her intimate clothing!
"I'm not crazy." Adeline smirked, boldly leaning down and lightly kissing the man's ear, her voice alluring and sweet, with a teasing tone, "Mr. Foster, don't you want to ruin me, to let others defile me?
"Instead of letting others defile me, spreading photos of us everywhere... I'd rather give everything to you."
As she spoke, she leaned close to his ear, her breath mingling with warmth invading his ear, "After all, it's not the first time for you and me, is it?"
What nonsense was she talking about?
Jasper furrowed his brows. In that moment, he recognized the need for restraint, for rationality. He should inquire why she was attempting to seduce him in front of everyone. He needed to ask her again about the implications of her words—defilement, photos—and what they truly meant.
But Jasper's instincts were overpowering his rationality, driving him to the brink. He reached out, firmly grasping Adeline's chin, his voice hoarse with suppressed intensity. "Do you realize what you're saying, what you're doing?"
Adeline smirked, mirroring his gesture by lifting her hand to hold her chin, the corners of her crimson lips slightly upturned. "Then, Mr. Foster, do you know what you're saying and doing right now?"
Their eyes locked.
One gaze was intense, the other's eyes burning.
Jasper directly lifted Adeline up, holding her tightly in his arms. "Which floor?"
He was asking her about the room she slept in last night.
Adeline gently nibbled on his ear. "Third floor."
At the moment she bit down, the man's body stiffened sharply.
The next second, Jasper lifted her up directly, striding upstairs.
Watching him carry Adeline away, one of the bodyguards furrowed his brows. "Mr. Foster..."
Before he could finish saying "Mr. Foster," Ryan shot him a glare, silencing him.
The bodyguard lowered his head somewhat guiltily. "But, Ms. Foster is still waiting at the hotel for the master to return..."
Ryan snorted, "Whether the master does something or not, you don't need to intervene!"
The bodyguard opened his mouth but didn't speak. However, out of sight of the others, he picked up his phone and silently sent a message out.
In the hotel room, Stella, who had been left alone in the room by Jasper early in the morning, was pacing restlessly.
Throughout the night, Jasper had been in the study, remotely contacting Ryan, searching for Adeline's whereabouts.
Early in the morning today, he had left her alone and gone out with a group of people to find Adeline.
He even sought help from the local gangs for that woman and offered a reward...
The messages reported by these bodyguards, one after another, shocked her more and more!
Each message was enough to make her want to tear Adeline, that despicable woman, to pieces!
How could there have been such a despicable woman in the world? Why could Adeline still have lingered around so disgustingly?
Suddenly, her phone rang. Looking at the message on her phone, Stella's eyes widened instantly.
After a moment, she angrily threw the phone aside.
With a loud "bang," the phone hit the wall. The loud noise made another person in the room involuntarily shrink back.
After a while, Luna cautiously raised her head to look at Stella, asking, "Stella, what's wrong?"
Stella furrowed her brows, and angrily sat down on the nearby sofa. "Adeline seduced Jasper into bed."
Luna was so shocked that she momentarily forgot how to react. After a moment, she bit her lip, hesitantly asking, "What should we do... Should we rush over now?"
Stella glanced at her. "What's the point of going over?" In fact, Stella was very clear that Jasper's feelings for her were never stable.
The reason he had been willing to maintain a marital relationship with her for so long, and even indulged her in some matters, was because of Jasper's guilt toward Adeline.
For these six years, his guilt and longing for Adeline had prevented him from actively ending this relationship.
But if she went over, it would be like giving Jasper a perfect reason to break up.
Stella wouldn't do such a foolish thing!
"But..." Luna furrowed her brows. "Stella, can you bear this?"
"Of course not." Stella furrowed her brows, looking into the distance. "Remember the photos of Adeline seducing Jasper that I sent you a few days ago? Select the photos and send them out. Make sure that each photo sent out shows Adeline seducing Jasper."
"Yes." Luna nodded.
"Also." Stella furrowed her brows, looking into the distance. "Help me find out which hospital Linda took Zavier to. I want to visit my two old friends."
In the guest room on the third floor of the villa, Adeline lay weakly on the bed, quietly staring at the ceiling.
An hour ago, she had been brimming with energy, entertaining thoughts of sending Jasper straight to hell. However, as the minutes ticked by, she found herself feeling more like a dying fish, each moment with Jasper feeling like another descent into hell.
"What did you mean just now?" she finally managed to ask.
Beside her, a man in a pristine shirt lounged by the bed, smoking as if without a care in the world.
Adeline couldn't muster the energy to turn towards him. "Mr. Foster, why pretend to be oblivious? Why did you have Ryan bring me back last night? What was the purpose of that? Do you think I'm oblivious?"
The woman coldly smirked. "Jasper, tell me, do you have a heart at all? Between you and me, even if there's no emotion, aren't we old friends in bed? For the sake of venting your anger at Stella, you hired five or six male escorts to take care of me?"
As she spoke, she turned her head, her gaze coldly sweeping over his face. "You really think highly of me."
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