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?”

toes barely touching the ground as he nearly lifted her off her feet, “Have you forgotten what you

but even more so for Jareth’s well–being.

events to expand the Fairhaven Group’s network and frequently travel abroad

was the incident from the

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

can’t I go to school?” Marilla’s gaze met his, her eyes brimming with urgency.

that you can’t

few days. I’ve never been part of such an event, and

they don’t look at me like I’m a monster! Jareth, going to school makes me

had always been her greatest lover, the architect of

Fairhaven, you

about the recent violent incident at the school. It’s probably chaotic there. If you avoid these next few days and go back

know I was the hostage that day Then, if I return to school later, everyone will look at me differently, and it

was straightforward. But now, to continue her studies, her mind was

could only relent with

villa, still wearing his damp suit. Lily tried to offer a change of clothes, but he

good care of Marilla.”

“Yes, Mr. Fairhaven.”

thing.” Jareth paused, his eyes icy, “Keep a close eye

Aaron’s handsome face flashing in her mind. away from my

been restless. Night after night, she suffered insomnia, haunted by

and countless times

to be

truly

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

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

night, her cries echoed through the entire

nothing better to do and on a whim, Matthew

just another

it was to please the tailor. Nine times out of ten, they’d leave

excuse to blow a gasket. But

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

Chambers Group, and this upcoming family gala is my triumphant public comeback. As the wife of the

primal desires on Elva, Matthew hissed these venomous reminders in her ear. With

straightened his tie, transforming back into the picture of genteel nobility, and

called out weakly.

cold gaze

health is

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

“So?”

promised me before, you’d help find a

after

may not

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

it after the gala. Are you getting deaf? Can’t you understand plain human language?

recoiled in fright.

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