A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

They stared at each other in a mutual deadlock for a moment, and then Jacob asked coldly, "Do you even know what you are doing?"

Wordlessly, she stood facing him like a lifeless marionette waiting for its master.

"Do I usually indulge you this much?" He frowned at her helpless state, and he was tempted to throw her onto the bed again and give her some more lessons. Instead he continued in a frigid tone, "Do you think I will feel sympathy for you when you behave like this? If you don't want to wear shoes, then do as you like."

His grim expression predicted that he was about to lose his temper. As she was about to respond, he suddenly crouched down.

He took her slender white ankle in his warm hand. The skin touching hers was slightly rough and it gently grazed along her dorsum.

"What are you doing, huh? Wear shoes!"

Probably because he had never served a person in this way, and because he was always the one who was being served, he didn't use a polite tone of voice. Strangely, he had no objection to his own conduct as he slipped her foot into the shoe.

It was as if he had done it before.

His large hand closed over her slender ankle, gently stroking her skin, and his face grew hot again.

"Forget it. Don't wear it then."

Before she could speak, she was thrown on the bed again. The large bed was so soft that she almost bounced off it.

As soon as she sat up, his strong body bent forward and he kissed her neck, at precisely the place he had bitten her.

remembered

words with casual banter. "Since

cheek, avoiding his kiss and

AM," he replied

tired..." She quivered at the

bully her again, as

that tired. You were comfortable yesterday,

horrible things even happened. Jacob always cared about her feelings no matter how much he wanted her. Emily was so upset after hearing

the corners of her eyes tightened as he said, "What happened to you?

Can I take a break?" she asked in a small voice, a voice filled with fatigue. She spoke so

to her, and apparently he heard

circumstance, he didn't know what to do. He even considered that he should call a doctor to have

thought so, but then he said, "I can release you, but then you are responsible

she looked up she saw that the bedsheets were tented between his legs, as if he was demonstrating with her! She objected loudly

curved up into a scimitar smile and scornfully he said, "I don't mind if you solve

the core and she looked at him incredulously as her face

he regarded her as a cheap fling, a doxy or

problems. Now, though their relationship had changed, it had not done so for the better.

she had become

knew then, that in his eyes, she was a common bitch, just