Chapter 212 Joe Rivals Justin for Mommy's Attention
Ethan led Justin to the study room before encircling Jasmine from behind, his arms enveloping her as she arranged the flowers meticulously.
A visible tension gripped Jasmine's frame, her discomfort evident.
"Ouch," Ethan winced, grasping a rose with untrimmed thorns, drawing a droplet of blood from his finger.
Nervously, Jasmine clasped Ethan's injured finger, her gaze pleading.
"Jasmine," Ethan said softly, leaning in close enough to create an intimate atmosphere.
"Um…" Jasmine looked down, attempting to remove the thorns from the roses.
"Red roses endure wind and harshness better than white ones," Ethan explained, gently taking the rose from her. "Thorns are inherent to roses; their prickliness isn't a flaw."
Meeting Ethan's gaze, Jasmine's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions.
With a sigh, Ethan leaned in, pressing his lips against hers.
He loathed those vile bullies who tormented Jasmine, leaving her in a defensive and wounded state; he understood that it took considerable patience and tender care to mend her heart.
There was no need to hurry; progress came steadily. And as for those who had inflicted harm upon Jasmine, there was no need for her to retaliate; he stood prepared to step in.
To truly defeat a man, one had to strike at his heart.
There were consequences for everyone's actions.
Jasmine, her breathing quick and face flushed, allowed Ethan to pull her into his embrace and coax her step by step toward the bathroom.
Once more, Ethan dipped his head, igniting a passionate kiss that calmed Jasmine's tumultuous world.
Surrender was inevitable for Jasmine. She was ensnared in Ethan's tender trap, unable to extricate herself.
"Jasmine…" Ethan's voice, thick with desire, sought to offer solace in simplicity.
His fingers traced down Jasmine's spine as he whispered in her ear, "Trust me completely, alright?"
To relinquish trust, dependence, and responsibility to him.
Jasmine's tense body gradually relaxed, surrendering to Ethan as he shed her clothes aside.
In a trembling voice, she murmured, "Justin…"
"My son is occupied with his studies; he won't disturb us," Ethan chuckled softly.
Her voice quivered, "The cocoa… just made, I need to…"
"Movements aid digestion," Ethan replied with a wistful gaze, his restraint tested.
Flushed with heat, Jasmine found herself pressed against the wall, the cool tiles a stark contrast to Ethan's embrace.
Raising an eyebrow, Ethan saw her willing surrender and abandoned restraint.
"Gu— Mr. Ethan..." Jasmine, out of habit, reverted to calling him Mr. Ethan in her fear.
Ethan's grip on Jasmine's waist tightened, scaring her into a whimper.
"What do you call me..." Ethan's voice was seductively coaxing.
Jasmine felt a shiver down her spine, as if her soul was being siphoned away by an enchanting demon.
He was so, so desirable.
She didn't want to indulge herself like this, didn't want Ethan to see her as a loose woman... but her body wasn't under her control.
"Hmm?" Ethan, seeing Jasmine wasn't responding, nipped at her neck playfully.
Tears welled up in Jasmine's eyes from being tormented. "Gu— Ethan..."
"Not right..." Ethan persisted in teasing her.
Trembling, Jasmine clung to Ethan. "Chen— Ethan."
"Still not right."
Clutching onto him tightly, she relied on his strength to prevent herself from slipping away. Ethan drew her close against the cold wall, prompting her to press her tense body closer to his for warmth.
"What does Justin tell you to call me?" Ethan's insistence on a particular nickname for Jasmine remained unwavering.
But Jasmine, though tearful, remained stubbornly silent.
Frustration etched deep lines on Ethan's face. "Were you a secret agent in your past life or something?"
Struggling for breath, Jasmine leaned into Ethan's embrace, her tears falling silently.
Attempting to console her, Ethan gently patted her back. "I'm sorry, please stop crying. I won't tease you anymore..."
"Liar..." Jasmine's sobs grew even more intense.
That was because Ethan, despite his apologetic words, never actually stopped his teasing hands.
"Shh." Ethan motioned her to be quiet.
Sure enough, the sound of the doorbell echoed from outside.
His brow furrowed in annoyance; wondering who could be so ignorant of timing.
If it were Liam, he was in trouble.
Jasmine, feeling anxious, tried to get off Ethan's lap
But , but he held her fast. "Jasmine... I can't wait any longer."
Ethan's rare whine was met with surprise from Jasmine, who reluctantly relented. "But someone's at the door."
"I don't care. Nobody will die if we answer it later..." But right now, an interruption could be fatal, at least for his mood.
Flushed with embarrassment, Jasmine urged him to hurry.
"You think I'm slow?" Ethan teased, prolonging the moment.
The persistent ringing of the doorbell signaled growing impatience from the visitor.
Jasmine fretted; wondering what if it was an emergency.
Ethan, however, remained unmoved, secretly plotting Liam's fate.
Time passed, and the doorbell didn't stop ringing.
Ethan was unwilling to release Jasmine, but Justin upstairs couldn't take the constant noise and scurried down.
Thumping down the stairs, the little guy peered out through the video doorbell, wondering if it it broken. However, the camera showed no one outside.
"Daddy? Mommy?" Justin turned, searching for Ethan and Jasmine.
After looking around and finding no one, he wondered if his parents were out.
Confused, he approached the door and saw only a small, round head on the screen. Because he was so short, the camera only caught his head.
Assuming it was his sister, Casey, Justin opened the door, only to find a stranger outside.
Curiosity piqued, Justin inquired, "Who are you?"
The newcomer, wary yet curious, responded, "Who are you?"
Justin scratched his head. "I'm Justin, what's your name?"
Noticing no malice from Justin, the little guy relaxed a bit. "I'm Timmy."
"Who are you looking for?" Justin glanced outside the door and didn't see any adults.
"I’m looking for my mommy." Timmy patted his chubby tummy; he had run away from home and had heard this address from a guy named Nolan Cunningham and made his way here.
He was searching for his mother.
"But, there's no mommy here except for my own," Justin shook his head. "You've got the wrong place."
Timmy looked up at the house number and said, "I’m not wrong, it's here."
"Seriously, your mommy isn't here." Justin tried to close the door, but Timmy darted inside.
"Mommy!" Timmy was searching for Jasmine's figure.
"My folks might be asleep, keep it down," Justin tried to hush Timmy.
"It's just past six; how could they be asleep? You're lying," Timmy huffed.
Justin didn't know what to do with Timmy. "Your stomach keeps growling. I'll get you something to eat."
As food softened Timmy's stance and gratitude overcame his defenses, he finally relaxed completely.
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