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?”

Jareth held her tight, her toes barely touching the ground as he nearly lifted her off her feet, “Have

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

to expand the Fairhaven Group’s network and frequently travel abroad for inspections, plus Marilla started going to school, leaving

was the incident

seemed like Jareth’s nerves were stretched extremely taut, on the verge of snapping or releasing a formidable energy.

Marilla’s gaze met his, her eyes brimming

gently, “It’s not that you can’t go, just for now.”

few days. I’ve never been part

finally 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

lover, the architect of her future happiness. But he never imagined that his

Fairhaven, you misunderstood

incident at the school.

“No need, I’m not afraid if I don’t go, everyone will know I was the hostage that

had no retort, silently admiring Marilia’s meticulous thinking. Usually the young lady was straightforward. But now, to continue her studies, her mind was exceptionally clear.

the end, Jareth could only

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

good care of Marilla.”

“Yes, Mr. Fairhaven.”

a close eye on her, and keep those unseemly rogues

stiffened at the command, Aaron’s handsome face flashing in her mind. away from

had received the dress from Camille, she had been restless. Night after

once and countless times

to be

truly a

regaining Mr. Jeff Chambers’s trust and his position in

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

night, her cries echoed

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

be told, it was just another malicious way to trouble her.

the tailor. Nine times out of ten, they’d leave with nothing

dress, he’d have the perfect excuse to blow a gasket. But Matthew’s rage fizzled out unexpectedly. Elva had somehow

seemed that this woman, hardly someone to parade around,

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 shine, Elva.

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

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

called

a cold gaze

is deteriorating rapidly.”

speak, “The doctors say if we can’t find a suitable kidney donor soon, he won’t make it.”

“So?”

find a donor for my father.”

talk after the gala”

may not last

my family has done for

deaf? Can’t you understand plain human language?

recoiled in

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