His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Jareth led Marilla by the hand, his grip warm and slightly damp, his gaze focused straight ahead.

Feeling her palm slick with nervous sweat, he couldn’t help but chuckle. It was a laugh that was seven parts indulgent, three parts teasing.

“Jareth, why aren’t we going to the underground parking lot?” Marilla asked, her voice tinged with panic as they neared the hotel lobby.

“My car’s parked at the front entrance. The parking lot is too out of the way.”

“But there are people outside, journalists”

Manila suddenly halted, her delicate shoulders shrinking as fear clouded her eyes. “With all those journalists out there, they might write all sorts of things.”

“Write what?”

Jareth noticed her thin clothing and quickly removed his red velvet blazer, draping it over her shoulders, and meticulously fastening the buttons for her To her, Jareth was like a fatherly boyfriend!

“If they want to write, let them write about my feelings for you.”

“Um, they might write that we’re in a relationship.” Marilla mumbled, her cheeks flushed bright red and her voice growing weaker with every word.

Like a soft feather, her words tickled his heart, sending shivers down his spine.

Jareth’s eyes slightly reddened as he swallowed hard, his large hand slowly rubbed up and down her back. “That’s great.”

“Huh?” Manilla’s doe eyes widened in surprise.

“Marilla, you’re my girl, only mine. Do you understand what that means?” Jareth asked, his eyes darkening as his large hand kneaded her waist. He loved touching the back of her neck, the soft hair, the warm skin, the delicate texture. Every inch was a temptation

Manilla seemed to understand but shook her head nonetheless

“It means that I don’t care what others say. I just want to be with you”

Manila gasped, her breath hitching as his intense gaze burned her

She also liked, very much liked being with Jareth.

Jareth gently pulled her closer, but she stiffened and didn’t move. He looked at her in confusion, “Marilla, what’s wrong?”

“Jareth, let’s take the back door.”

as she pleaded in a soft voice, “I’m scared. afraid they’ll

was taken

can see us, secretly, without anyone knowing,

her hands together in supplication, “I don’t mind them laughing at me, but I don’t want them to laugh at you! Everyone who’s ever

them to laugh

Jareth’s pupils contracted violently!

felt his breath catch in his chest, his

wave of heart–wrenching pain washed over him and he suddenly

for himself, for not being able to be by her

“Ah! Let me down.”

she was suddenly

“No.”

with Marilla in his arms, gritting his teeth. “I want to see, who dares to laugh at my woman. Whoever dares, I’ll make sure they only have tears in their next

it was busting

journalists were still lingering, and when they saw Jareth emerge with a beautiful petite woman in his arms,

with Mr. Jareth? His new girlfriend? I’ve

Abernathy, the youngest heir to

a low–profile daughter who rarely made public appearances. So, it’s her? Wow, she

Abernathy was always buying headlines, claiming to be the most beautiful heiress in Elmsworth. She’s nothing compared to her

looks at is bound to be

chaotic, quickly rushed over with two bodyguards

flash of cameras was blinding as Marilla buried her blushing face in Jareth’s black shirt to shield herself from

I’m here” Jareth whispered into her

“Okay”

response made him feel more than a thousand words ever

Jareth! is Ms. Marilla your

two confirmed your

bombarded them with questions, excitement in their

knew Jareth was a playboy, a womanizer. But he had never been seen in public

was the exception! How much Jareth valued her

unblinkingly at the cameras. “Whether we’re dating or not is up to Ms. Marilla. She can choose not to be

looked at each

was known for his domineering attitude.

this time, he was giving Marilla the utmost respect, even putting himself

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