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.

Jareth, her entire body relaxed. Her arms wrapped around his neck, the

nightgown disappeared without a

was

she gave herself to him.

white boat drifted among the rolling waves for

scratched at his back, her voice breaking, that Jareth finally

wanted to do it when they were happy

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

I do

but didn’t understand her mistake;

heart twisting as he clumsily pulled

did nothing wrong; it’s me. Let’s just sleep

until

night consoling a crying child

a good night’s

a morning run and a refreshing shower,

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

sweet atmosphere and the feeling of an

overflowing with jealousy last night, had consumed two pounds of vinegar in

“My goodness, Mr. Fairhaven, you look like you’ve

mention it.” Jareth sighed, his frustration palpable.

that his night had been

sensed his trouble but respected

I can make an extra portion for you right now,” Thaddeus offered,

“Not hungry, thanks”

in one go. Crushing the empty bottle, he inhaled deeply. “Evadne, Thad, I’m

stunned. “What?

“Yeah, today”

eyes were fierce, his voice was deep and hoarse, Tve thought it over. The longer we wait, the more things can go wrong. I don’t care

I take over the Fairhaven

eggs on the stove which started to

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