His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 513

Chapter 513

Jareth entered the room; his movement as silent as the fall of snow outside.

He had even slipped off his shoes at the doorway, not wanting to disturb his love’s peaceful dreams, moving only in his socks across the soft carpet. The expansive, comfortable bed cradled Marilla’s delicate form wrapped in the quilt, with her small head peeking out, her raven hair lazily splayed like strokes of vivid ink strokes spreading on pure white paper.

Jareth sat on the edge of the bed, gazing down at the charming, peaceful features of his petite wife; his fingertips gently brushing a lock of hair from her cheek.

‘I was away for just a short while, and all hell breaks loose, Jareth murmured, his rough fingers tenderly tracing her smooth cheek, the rosy lips, the elegant collarbone. “I thought I was the only man in the world who couldn’t get you out of his mind. Now it seems, your charm’s even bigger than I pictured. From now on, I might have to keep you from going out. What if someone else sets their sights on you again? And you know, hearing about tonight’s events almost broke me. If that guy wasn’t your sister–in–law’s brother, I would have to give him a good beating!”

His fingertips inadvertently pressed harder, and Marilla’s lashes fluttered, a soft murmur escaping her lips. Startled, Jareth quickly withdrew his hand, afraid he’d disturbed her sweet dreams.

At that moment, Marilla turned over, kicking the quilt down to reveal the warm, tempting curve of her body. Although dressed in a silk nightgown, her sleeping posture had twisted it into rumpled and messy, exposing the soft skin of her shoulder and adorable chest.

A thick desire clouded Jareth’s gaze, his broad shoulders tensing with restraint.

He was about to lose control.

“Mmm, do you really like my painting?” Marilla mumbled in her sleep, her words indistinct.

In the tranquil room, he heard every word clearly.

“Do you really like my paintings?”

Marilla, surely you were not asking me. Then, who were you asking?

“Aaron.”

In an instant, Jareth’s blood ran hot, his mind blanking out!

The next second, he pressed his strong body against hers, his kiss fierce and desperate, awakening Marilla from her dreams.

arms wrapped around his neck, the softness of

disappeared

she was

he wanted, she gave herself to him.

the rolling waves for

wasn’t until Marilla scratched at his back, her voice breaking, that

like horses; they wanted to do it when they were happy and even more so

that guy do to you, huh?” Jareth’s possessive gaze burned down on her, still

I do something wrong?”

understand her mistake; her eyes brimming with confusion and tears.

couldn’t bear to see her cry, his heart twisting as he clumsily pulled her into

all okay. You did nothing wrong; it’s

endured until

the night consoling a crying child

had a good night’s

a morning run and a refreshing shower, they were

dining table, tearing a piece of toast, while Thaddeus, wearing an

atmosphere and the feeling of

jealousy last night,

tease, “My goodness, Mr. Fairhaven, you look like you’ve been digging a cellar in

it.” Jareth sighed,

that his night had been a

trouble but

you right

“Not hungry, thanks”

grabbed a bottle of ice–cold water, and drank it in one go. Crushing the empty bottle, he inhaled deeply. “Evadne, Thad, I’m going to the

stunned.

“Yeah, today”

and hoarse, Tve thought it over. The longer we wait, the more things can go wrong. I don’t care if the family approves

Once I take over the Fairhaven group, I’ll give Marilla the grandest wedding

eggs on the

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