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?”

nearly lifted her off her feet, “Have you forgotten what you promised me? To be good every

watched, worried for Marilla but even

no longer the carefree prince who could dote on 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

then there was the incident from

seemed like Jareth’s nerves were stretched extremely taut, on the verge of snapping or

go to school?” Marilla’s gaze

that you

performance for the school’s anniversary in a few days. I’ve never been part of such an event, and

a monster! Jareth, going to school makes me so happy. I want

like twin daggers plunged into his sides. He had always been her greatest lover, the architect of her future happiness. But he never imagined that his care for her would be perceived

Fairhaven, you

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

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

thinking. Usually the young lady was straightforward.

Jareth could only relent

change of clothes, but he refused. He couldn’t

care

“Yes, Mr. Fairhaven.”

“Keep a close eye

stiffened at the command, Aaron’s handsome face flashing in her

restless.

only once and countless times in domestic abuse!”

you want to be beaten to

fighting back is truly a dead

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

his mood 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,

night, her cries echoed through

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

was just another malicious way

times out of ten, they’d leave with nothing but disappointment,

she couldn’t get her hands on that dress, he’d have the perfect excuse to blow a gasket. But Matthew’s rage fizzled out unexpectedly. Elva had somehow managed to secure the

someone to parade around, wasn’t completely

my triumphant public comeback. As the wife of

vented his primal desires on Elva, Matthew hissed these venomous reminders in her ear. With tears brimming in her eyes, Elva

Matthew pulled up his pants and straightened his tie, transforming back into the picture of genteel nobility, and strode

called out

gaze upon her,

father’s health is deteriorating

courage to speak, “The doctors say if we can’t find

“So?”

you’d help find a

after

he may not

has done for the Chambers Group, for the years we’ve been married, please save my

after the gala. Are you getting deaf? Can’t you

recoiled in

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