Chapter 689

“Yes, Mr. Fairhaven,” with a knowing nod, Lily set off to change the bed linens.

While the villa employed a housekeeper, the bedroom was a sanctuary that Jareth trusted only Lily to tend to and arrange.

The heavy, luxurious velvet drapes were still drawn, infusing the dim room with the lingering warmth of last night’s passion, a scent of love that hung thick in the air.

Catching sight of the disheveled bed, Lily couldn’t help but beam with joy. Clearly, the young couple had not held back in their nighttime endeavors.

Once Jareth left, she’d have to give Marilla’s waist, which had weathered the storm of their affection, a good massage.

Lily swiftly replaced the sheets and duvet with crisp, clean ones and gathered Jareth’s scattered clothes into the laundry basket.

Ever since Jareth had expressed his intent to marry Marilla to his family, and formally approached the Abernathy family, Lily hadn’t seen a single condom. It was clear as day that Jareth was eager for Marilla to bear his child.

With their relationship as sweet as honey, it seemed only a matter of time before Jareth’s wish came true.

Lily, her face bright with happiness, had just stepped out of the bedroom when Jareth’s deep voice called out, “Lily, for the next few days, stay with Marilla at home; let her rest and heal. The classes at Elmsworth Academy of Fine Arts can wait.”

“Mr. Fairhaven, but…”

As Lily hesitated, the bathroom door suddenly burst open, “No! I need to go to school! I don’t want to stay home; I have to go to school!”

Jareth and Lily both froze in surprise.

Marilla, her body radiating heat, stood there soaking wet, clad only in a bath towel, her bare feet on the cool floor.

Jareth’s heart skipped a beat as he quickly shed his freshly changed suit to wrap her damp body, his garment worth of tens of thousands now reduced to a makeshift bathrobe.

Marilla’s slender figure was even more delicate against the man’s loose clothing.

“My silly girl, running out like this, what if you catch a cold?”

red, Jareth held her tight, her toes barely touching the ground as he nearly lifted her

but even more

his radiant wife. He had to attend social events to expand the Fairhaven Group’s network and frequently travel abroad for inspections, plus Marilla started going to school, leaving little time for the couple to enjoy each other’s company – sometimes only a night

then there was the incident

were stretched extremely taut, on the verge of snapping or releasing a formidable energy.

can’t I go to school?” Marilla’s gaze met his,

that you can’t go, just for

an arts performance for the school’s anniversary in a few days. I’ve never been part

like I’m a monster! Jareth, going to school makes me so happy. I

hard, like twin daggers plunged into his sides. He had always been her greatest lover, the architect of her

Fairhaven, you misunderstood it.”

just concerned about the recent violent incident at the school. It’s probably chaotic there. If

shook her head, stubborn as a bull. “No need, I’m not afraid if I don’t go, everyone will know I was the hostage that day Then, if I return to school later, everyone will

Usually the young lady was straightforward. But now, to continue her studies, her

only relent with a heavy

to offer a change of clothes, but he refused.

care of Marilla.”

“Yes, Mr. Fairhaven.”

his eyes icy, “Keep a close eye on her, and keep those unseemly rogues far

command, Aaron’s handsome face flashing in her mind.

had received the dress from Camille, she had been restless. Night after night, she suffered insomnia, haunted by Camille’s

countless times in

want to be beaten

back is truly a dead

cunningly outmaneuvered Cassius, regaining Mr. Jeff Chambers’s trust and his position in the Group.

would improve and that he would spare her his cruelty. But the reprieve was short–lived. Not long ago, he staggered home late at night, battered and bruised, and immediately dragged her from the bed to the floor, unleashing a barrage of kicks and punches without a word.

night, her cries echoed

nothing better to do and on a whim, Matthew recalled sending Elva to Camille

be told, it was just another malicious way

please the tailor. Nine times out of ten,

perfect excuse to blow a gasket. But Matthew’s rage fizzled out unexpectedly. Elva had somehow managed to secure the attire.

seemed that this woman, hardly someone to parade around, wasn’t completely

into the Chambers Group, and this upcoming family gala is my triumphant public comeback. As the wife of the Chambers‘ eldest son, you need

Elva, Matthew hissed these venomous reminders in her ear. With tears

back into the

called out

cold gaze upon

is

her feet, mustering the courage to speak, “The doctors say if we can’t find a suitable kidney

“So?”

me before, you’d help find a donor for

talk after

not last

on the verge of tears, pleading. “Please, for all the things my family has

Are you getting deaf? Can’t you understand plain

recoiled in

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