Chapter 191 Is Ethan Lacking in That Department?
Returning to the room, Ethan firmly grasped Jasmine's shoulders, positioning her in front of him before he leaned in to plant a kiss squarely on her lips.
It was not merely a kiss, but rather a vengeful bite, intended to impart a lasting lesson upon Jasmine's memory. "Consider your actions carefully, particularly when they carry risks. You have a family, children, and a husband to think of," he muttered, his voice muffled against her lips.
Her lip was bitten till it hurt, bringing tears to Jasmine's eyes. Turned out, the pain of biting her own lip and being bitten were completely different things.
"Did you learn your lesson?" Ethan inquired.
Jasmine nodded with teary eyes.
"The wound on my back, it hurts..." Ethan leaned fully into Jasmine's shoulder.
Jasmine was frantic with worry. "Take a shower first. I'll call the resort's doctor to come and take a look."
Ethan removed his shirt, unveiling a well-defined and aesthetically pleasing back that tapered down to a natural V-shape. It was a true testament to the notion of appearing leaner with clothes on than without them.
"Would you mind checking it?" Ethan prodded Jasmine intentionally, his annoyance stemming from memories of the Cunningham brothers flaunting themselves in her presence.
"It looks like the bleeding has stopped," Jasmine remarked, her cheeks flushing as she stole a quick glance, her pulse quickening.
"No bleeding at all?" Ethan quirked an eyebrow inquisitively.
Jasmine nodded; the injury appeared minor, just a superficial scrape.
"But it hurts." Ethan acted convincingly. "Can't even lift my arm."
Jasmine watched him anxiously. "I-I can help you wash."
That was what Ethan was waiting for. He pulled her straight into the bathroom and pinned her behind the door.
Only then did Jasmine realize she had been duped. Her ears blazed an even brighter red as she faltered. "Just a shower, okay?"
"Just a shower, nothing else," Ethan assured with a smile. But as soon as he finished his sentence, he kissed her again.
Jasmine found herself barely able to breathe, as if on the brink of suffocation. The agreement was crystal clear: only a brief shower was permitted. "You...you're lying," she accused, her voice trembling with disbelief.
"Just this..." Ethan's smirk lingered on his lips, deep and cunning, like a mature fox tempting a timid little bunny.
Her whole body blushed furiously as her swimsuit was easily stripped away.
"You said you'd help me shower." Ethan turned on the shower, rinsing the sand off Jasmine's body.
He could have taken what he wanted by force since Jasmine was now reliant on him, dependent on his proximity. Yet, he still feigned decency, seeking Jasmine's consent.
Trembling, Jasmine leaned against the wall, feeling her breath constricting. The way Ethan was washing her… it was too provocative.
The temperature in the bathroom kept rising, and all Jasmine could feel was her head spinning.
"I'll, I'll help you..." Quickly grabbing the showerhead, Jasmine rinsed the sand from Ethan's back, careful to avoid his wounds.
With his back turned to Jasmine and his hands firmly pressed against the wall, Ethan possessed an enviable physique. Driven by an inexplicable force, Jasmine extended her hand to feel the definition of his muscles: the clearly visible ridges, the V-line, the merman's cut, and the neatly lined abs.
"You could be a little more daring," Ethan said, a grin spreading on his face as he caught Jasmine's hand, guiding her to wrap her arms around him from behind...
It was too exhilarating.
Jasmine's heart pounded against her ribs as she struggled to form coherent words, her voice faltering, "You... please don't overwhelm me too much."
"You're mine; there's nothing excessive about it," Ethan replied, his teasing tone giving way to a tender kiss.
Jasmine's head was spinning, overwhelmed by Ethan's flirtations. She didn't know how long she had cried out, only that her drenched hair was nearly dry by the time Ethan had finished rinsing her off and wrapped her in a towel to carry her out.
"I'll take another quick one. You rest up; let me know if you want anything from the staff." Ethan felt his temper flaring up again lately...
He had just finished, and he was already thinking about teasing her again.
Afraid of scaring her away, Ethan had no choice but to shower in cold water alone.
Jasmine, hiding under the covers, burying her face, and rolling around, felt intensely embarrassed, her cheeks flushed with color reminiscent of a ripe tomato.
So tantalizing. She couldn't fathom how Ethan could have such an amazing body... Such allure; it seemed almost a waste he wasn't in showbiz.
Even top movie stars in Ethan's entertainment company didn't look as good as he did. It was no surprise that numerous women found themselves irresistibly drawn to him, eagerly vying for the chance to sleep with him.
Buzz. Her phone rang.
Face flushed, Jasmine reached for it and found a message from Emily. She had arrived in Silverlight City and had rented a house.
Emily sent a teasing emoji, [Are you on a business trip with Mr. Ethan?]
Jasmine responded with an emoticon, [Mmm.]
[Sharing a room with Mr. Ethan?] Emily asked, adding a dog emoji.
Jasmine felt a bit shy, but she trusted Emily implicitly. [Yeap.]
[Did you guys, you know?] Emily tried to pry further.
[We did...] Jasmine replied, her face flushing crimson, so intensely colored that it seemed as though it could burst into flames at any moment.
[If you want to keep Ethan's attention, you've got to know how to flirt. You're too shy; that won't snag a man.] Emily was genuinely concerned for her friend. [I'll teach you.]
Jasmine's ears were burning, and she was too embarrassed to speak.
In no time, Emily zipped over a bunch of tutorial videos.
Jasmine opened one, got scared, and flung her phone away.
Ethan emerged from the bathroom just in time to see Jasmine blushing like a ripe tomato, throwing her phone on the bed.
"Phone too hot to handle?" Ethan tried not to laugh as he reached for the phone on the floor.
"Stop!" Jasmine's panic surged as she scrambled out of bed, immediately regretting her action as she attempted to snatch the phone back.
But it was too late.
Ethan had already picked up the phone and inadvertently played one of the tutorial videos.
The sudden silence was agonizing.
Jasmine's heart was pounding as she shakily glanced at Ethan.
"Mr. Ethan…"
Ethan squinted at the video, taking it seriously. "Am I not flirtatious enough?"
"No, that's not it…" Jasmine waved frantically, trying to explain. "It's just... for learning…"
Jasmine wished she could disappear into thin air.
Emily really did her no favors.
"Oh, so you think my skills are lacking?" Ethan realized. "I’ll learn too."
"No, they're not bad," Jasmine replied, her voice quivering with emotion as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She felt mortified by the situation.
As Ethan moved closer to Jasmine, she instinctively stepped back, her heart pounding with fear.
He had been holding back, cautious not to scare her away.
Now, it seemed that she had a high tolerance. "I've learned it, how about we practice?"
Jasmine's ears were burning. "No, we can’t."
She felt like falling apart.
"You want me to learn but not practice? What kind of teacher does that…" Ethan was dissatisfied as he lifted Jasmine up, sitting her on his lap.
Afraid to fall, Jasmine clung tightly to Ethan. "No, it's not okay."
"I say it's fine, let's start with the first move…"
Ethan counted—Emily had sent Jasmine a total of six tutorial videos. Nipping at Jasmine's earlobe, Ethan's voice was irresistibly enchanting. "Tonight, let's experiment one by one, and tomorrow... we'll write a 'field report'."
Jasmine looked at Ethan in a panic, wanting to flee, but Ethan clasped her waist and pulled her into a kiss.
They had gone at it several times through the night until Jasmine was crying, her voice hoarse and her eyes swollen.
"Ethan, you're too much..." she murmured hazily before falling into a restless sleep.
...
The next afternoon, the first thing Ethan did upon waking was to pull her into his embrace and gently kiss her forehead.
Jasmine, terrified, struggled as she spoke. "No, we can't, there's... there's none left."
They had used all the condoms. She felt like she was at her wit's end.
Suddenly, an urgent ring of the doorbell echoed, accompanied by a child's hurried voice. "Mommy! Mommy, open the door! I know you're in there."
Ethan's face darkened in an instant—it was that Cunningham kid, always tagging along.
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