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.

first, she was startled, but upon seeing Jareth, her entire body relaxed. Her arms wrapped around his neck, the softness of her touch dispelling the fierceness

nightgown disappeared without

she was always willing.

she gave herself to him.

drifted among the rolling waves for

her voice breaking,

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

you, huh?” Jareth’s possessive gaze burned down on her, still hovering

did I do something

didn’t understand her mistake; her eyes brimming with confusion and tears.

heart twisting as he clumsily pulled her into his arms, gently comforting her.

nothing wrong; it’s me.

endured until

the night consoling a crying child all night, heading

good night’s

morning run and a refreshing shower, they

of toast, while Thaddeus, wearing an apron, attentively fried eggs in

and the feeling of

overflowing with jealousy last night, had consumed

tease, “My goodness, Mr. Fairhaven, you

don’t mention it.” Jareth sighed,

night had been a tumult of passion

his trouble but

make an extra portion for you right now,” Thaddeus offered, glancing back at him

“Not hungry, thanks”

headed to the fridge, 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

was stunned. “What? Today?!

“Yeah, today”

his voice was deep and hoarse, Tve thought it over. The longer we wait, the more things can go wrong. I don’t care if the family approves or not, I’m making Marilla legally my

the Fairhaven

his brows, neglecting the eggs on

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