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

watched, worried for Marilla but even more so for Jareth’s well–being.

heir, Jareth was 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 the couple to enjoy each other’s company – sometimes only a night or two per

was the incident

like Jareth’s nerves were stretched extremely taut, on

gaze met his,

explained gently, “It’s not that you

never been part of such an event, and I don’t want to miss it!”

feel normal, they don’t look at me like I’m a monster! Jareth, going to school makes me so happy. I want to learn drawing. Please,

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

you misunderstood it.”

at the school. It’s probably chaotic there. If you avoid these next few days and go back after things have

was the hostage that day Then, if

admiring Marilia’s meticulous thinking. Usually the young lady was straightforward. But now, to continue her studies, her mind was exceptionally

Jareth could only relent with

suit. Lily tried to offer a change of clothes, but he refused. He couldn’t bear to part with the suit that still carried

good care of Marilla.”

“Yes, Mr. Fairhaven.”

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

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

Camille, she had been restless. Night

only once and countless times

to be beaten

truly a dead

Mr. Jeff

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 cries echoed through the entire building.

was drawing nearer. Today, with nothing better to do and on a whim, Matthew recalled sending Elva to Camille for the

it was just another malicious way

society knew how difficult it was to please the tailor. Nine times out of ten, they’d leave with

couldn’t get her hands on that dress, he’d have the perfect excuse to blow a

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

to move heaven and earth to claw my way back into the Chambers Group, and this upcoming family gala is my triumphant public comeback. As the wife of the Chambers‘ eldest son, you need to

Elva, Matthew hissed these venomous reminders in her ear. With tears brimming in her eyes, Elva endured the humiliation, meekly nodding in

his tie, transforming back into the picture of genteel nobility, and strode out of the dressing room.

Elva called out

a cold gaze upon her, “What

is

say if we can’t find a

“So?”

help find a donor for

talk after the

not last that long!”

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

we’ll discuss it after the gala. Are you getting deaf? Can’t you

recoiled in

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