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?”

he nearly lifted her off her feet, “Have you forgotten what you promised me? To

for Marilla but even more so for Jareth’s

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

was the incident from

were stretched extremely taut, on the verge of snapping or releasing

school?” Marilla’s gaze met his, her eyes brimming with

that you can’t

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

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

He had always been her greatest lover, the architect

Fairhaven, you misunderstood

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

the hostage that day Then, if I return

meticulous thinking. Usually the young lady was straightforward. But

end, Jareth could only relent with a

of clothes, but he refused. He couldn’t bear to part with

good care of

“Yes, Mr. Fairhaven.”

close eye

Aaron’s handsome face flashing

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

and countless times in domestic abuse!”

to be beaten to

is truly a dead end!”

Matthew had 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

echoed through the entire building.

gala was drawing nearer. Today, with nothing better to do and on

just another malicious way

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

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

to parade around, wasn’t completely useless

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

ear. With tears brimming in her eyes, Elva endured the

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

Elva called out

a cold gaze upon

is

courage to speak, “The doctors say if we can’t find a suitable kidney donor

“So?”

me before, you’d help find a donor for my father.”

talk after

he may not last that

for all the things my family has done for the

Are you getting deaf? Can’t you

in fright.

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