Chapter 133 The Pretense of Matrimony Between Ethan and Jasmine
Why should she ruin things for her boss?
With her eyes burning, Jasmine numbly walked to her room.
What was she upset about? What was the real reason she was upset?
Six years ago, Serena brought Daniel to the hotel to catch a cheater; Jasmine didn't seem this upset even when Daniel didn't trust her.
Insecurity, helplessness, and fear all flooded over her in an instant.
As soon as Harper revealed her feelings, hinting at her affection for Ethan, she felt a wave of panic wash over her.
She was terrified of someone uncovering her true feelings— especially Ethan.
She couldn't let Ethan find out...
The very thought that she fancied Ethan felt like a taint on him.
"Jasmine, don't make a fool of yourself again..."
A fool, that's what she was.
Simply because Ethan was different, she convinced herself she was in love.
Jasmine found herself repulsive and was disgusted with herself.
Perhaps, she should take a good look in the mirror, just to see if she was worthy at all.
Entering her room, Jasmine tried to keep herself composed, but it felt like she was sick again.
Her limbs stiffened, and her breathing became labored.
She hid in the bathroom, showering constantly under the showerhead, feeling too filthy for anyone.
Anxiously biting her lip, unaware she had drawn blood.
How could she have feelings for Ethan? She shouldn’t...
"Knock knock knock."
Impatient knocks at the door echoed.
Jasmine thought she was hallucinating; she turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, stiffly making her way to the door.
"Open up..."
Outside, was Ethan's voice, laced with irritation and anger.
In a panic, Jasmine opened the door, forgetting she was drenched.
As the door cracked open, Ethan stumbled in, crashing into Jasmine.
Supporting Ethan in alarm, Jasmine smelled the strong scent of blood on him.
"Douglas... Mr. Douglas, what's happened to you?" Jasmine's hands were covered in blood.
"Ethan..." Jasmine sobbed, frantic to check his wounds, as he sat on the floor.
"It's nothing... just cut my palm." Ethan's consciousness was fuzzy, but hearing Jasmine cry, he breathed a sigh of relief.
To stay awake, he had deliberately cut his palm with a piece of a broken glass. "Jasmine..."
"I'm here." Jasmine cried as she tended to his wound.
"I’ll deduct... a month's wages. How could you... leave your boss behind?" Ethan came in anger, but Jasmine's sobs extinguished his rage.
"I'll... I'll take you to the hospital." Jasmine realized something was wrong with Ethan; intoxication didn’t explain his condition.
Ethan gripped his injured hand tightly, struggling to maintain clarity. "The drink... it was spiked."
Jasmine panicked and cried harder, attempting to get dressed to take Ethan to the hospital.
How did this happen? How did he get hurt?
But as she tried to stand up, Ethan suddenly seized her wrist, pulling her close and held her tightly.
Clearly, Ethan had lost all rationality.
"Douglas... Mr. Douglas..." Jasmine was terrified, her whole body trembling.
At that moment, she realized she was only wrapped in a towel...
Pale-faced, Jasmine attempted to push Ethan away, her hands trembling with fear.
Was Ethan going to think she did this on purpose...
"Don't move..." Ethan's voice was husky as he struggled to control himself. "It feels so bad..."
Jasmine didn't dare to move, her heart racing.
Was it an illusion? She resisted all men, but with Ethan so close, in this intimate pose, she felt no objection.
"It feels so bad..." Ethan repeated in a raspy voice, his grip on Jasmine tightening.
Her heart skipped a beat, oddly feeling sympathy. "There was something in the wine tonight..."
Feeling the heat of Ethan's breath, Jasmine realized the drink must have been spiked.
"Why are you running away..." Ethan had lost his reason, pulling Jasmine's head to his and kissing her.
It was like he had truly lost control. Ethan smelled that familiar scent on Jasmine, exactly like it was six years ago...
Jasmine was petrified, tears scalding as they streamed down her face.
She tried desperately to push Ethan away. She was terrified.
"It's so painful..." But when Ethan buried his head in her neck, his voice hoarse and pained, Jasmine inexplicably raised her hands to embrace him.
She felt dirty, unworthy of Ethan...
But maybe that was all she was worth...
She owed Ethan a lot, and she wondered how she could ever repay him.
Perhaps, this was the only time she could help him…
Her fingers trembling, she took the initiative to reach for Ethan's tie, feeling as if she'd gone mad.
Maybe she truly had.
Ethan leaned against the wall, his gaze scorching as he looked at Jasmine, then suddenly stood and scooped her into his arms with one hand.
Jasmine screamed in fright, clinging desperately to Ethan, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Ethan wanted to kiss Jasmine, but she dodged.
"You pervert..." Jasmine's voice was husky, trembling as she fumbled with his shirt buttons. "Just... just do it..."
"Don't you dare run away again." Ethan pinned Jasmine down authoritatively, claiming her lips. "You've been running for six years, huh?"
Jasmine couldn't stop the tears, the fear inside her urging her to flee.
She knew Ethan was confusing her with Harper.
Should she call Harper? Would that be the right thing to do?
"It's not... not me," Jasmine cried fiercely, but she couldn't push Ethan away.
Seeing Jasmine's constant tears, Ethan soothingly pulled her into his arms. "We're going by the book..."
Jasmine's body tensed suddenly; her gaze fixed on Ethan in shock.
Did she mishear, or was she just overthinking? She must be overthinking...
"Ah!" Suddenly, she was pressed against the wall; the coldness of the wall behind her made her instinctively seek refuge in Ethan's embrace.
Seizing the opportunity, Ethan kissed her neck and stripped her of her towel.
Now, Jasmine turned completely red, blushing like a tomato.
Though she'd had Justin, Jasmine... had absolutely no experience in this area.
She resisted men to the point where merely being approached made her freeze up.
She simply didn't know how to... please a man.
Emily had told her to learn how to do that, but she just couldn't.
However, facing Ethan, Jasmine suddenly found herself flustered.
Would he despise her?
The next morning, would he come to hate her?
Would he be repulsed by her?
Would he... immediately terminate the contract, demanding she leave Stellar Enterprises?
Jasmine was scared, but her body seemed to no longer be hers.
The feeling of wanting to actively please Ethan was shattering her; it wasn't like her...
She kept crying out of fear.
She was afraid Ethan would find her filthy, consider her too frivolous...
But she couldn't control herself.
...
In his state of frenzy, Ethan was completely indifferent to Jasmine's wellbeing, letting her cry until her voice was hoarse.
Clearly, this encounter wasn't a fond memory for Jasmine either.
After being tormented until late into the night, Ethan finally stopped.
Jasmine felt like she was dying, her heart pounding rapidly, overwhelmed by panic.
What was she to do? How would she face Ethan tomorrow?
Should she just run away from this all?
A voice in her mind told Jasmine to run. She had to pretend like none of this had happened— escape.
When Ethan woke up the next day, he surely wouldn't remember anything; if she just ran away and pretended like nothing had happened...
Trembling, trying to sit up, Jasmine realized she had no strength left in her body.
Carefully moving off the bed, Jasmine picked up her clothes from the floor and fled the hotel in a panic, ending up huddled in the hotel's back garden gazebo for the rest of the night.
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