His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 697

Chapter 697

Jareth carried Marilla back to their room.

In just a few moves, he removed the white cotton dress stained with paint from her body, and carried her snow–white figure into the bathroom.

The bathtub was filled with steam, and the man gingerly placed her into it. He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself, so he didn’t get in with her, Instead, he sat on the edge of the bathtub, rolled up his black shirt sleeves, and gently wiped her delicate skin with a cloth.

He found that the girl, who had been plumper thanks to his care, had recently lost weight. Her flat belly, her cool collarbones, her pointed chin.

Jareth tightly pursed his lips, unable to suppress the pain in his heart.

He suddenly began to regret.

If he hadn’t taken on the responsibility, he could have spent every day with Eleanor. Wouldn’t their life be sweet and splendid?

But if he didn’t fight for it, the Fairhaven Group would eventually fall into the hands of Gary

No way.

He’d rather see Fairhaven Group destroyed than let that bastard Gary have his way!

“Hmm

Marilla slowly opened her drowsy eyes, saw her lover’s handsome face, and suddenly became awake, staring blankly for a moment.

“Ah, I woke you. It’s my fault, I’m so clumsy,” Jareth frowned, a rueful smile on his face.

Suddenly, there was a splash.

Marilla’s white and tender body emerged from the water, her slender arms tightly hugged his neck, and she sobbed loudly.

Hot tears fell one by one onto Jareth’s shoulder as she cried. He was frightened, his arms wrapped around her smooth body, wishing he could embed her into his very being.

“What’s wrong? Who bullied my wife and made her cry so sadly?”

Jareth asked anxiously, but Marilla just cried.

She was scared, so very scared.

do dangerous things for her again.

night, afraid of waking up in the morning without him by

was afraid of losing

him to be safe and

you come home early?” Marilla asked, her eyes red from crying.

missed

of relief, his cool lips grazing her damp, thin shoulders, kissing her inch by inch before finally nibbling

more days. Soon, we’ll be inseparable.”

they didn’t make love.

had been too tired lately, and after getting into bed with

eyes open until dawn

knelt on the

Jareth had never been as meticulous as Thaddeus, nor did he wear ties, thinking they were too restrictive. He mostly wore casual curts, which, combined with his tall and handsome figure, gave him a lazy and

now, it was time to be so causal

Marilla learned how to tie ties. At first, she was slow, and the knot wasn’t pretty. But dareth never minded;

nimble fingers could quickly tie a

“Jareth, all set.

speaking, her waist was suddenly embraced by the

easily pried her lips apart, his straight nose brushing against her soft pink nose,

gradually soften,

the morning, and

he didn’t want to go

he

“It’s already tied. Don’t

I’ll make up for it tonight,” Jareth’s voice was husky with

blushed and nodded shyly.

it was almost time, but she stood at the

hear the intimate sounds inside, the endless sweet nothings, her lips curling up

young master always lingered with his lady until

have a little gift for you.”

placed her in front of the dressing

brilliant light of the white jade hairpin caught her eye, making her

jewelry, all those pieces I bought you, you’ve never worn once. But this one, I hope you’ll

hand gently gathering her soft long hair, somewhat clumsily following Lily’s instructions to tie Marilla’s hair up

he

he still felt it wasn’t enough to make up for

finished, and Jareth inserted the white jade hairpin,

skin was as white

what it means for a man to tie a

“It means you

on Marilla’s moist white cheeks. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her ears

the villa, with Lily following

anyone at school these past

from the night before and her dark circles that morning, he couldn’t

practicing painting in the studio, she hasn’t met anyone,” Lily asked with worry. “Master, is Madam

she’s just upset because

the school’s anniversary

her go, she’s been looking forward

rubbed his temples, his voice firm, “Just make sure she’s well–protected; we can’t afford any more accidents.”

one o’clock

Arts on time, accompanied by

always been the quiet type, the kind who remains low key and finds comfort in the shadows rather than the spotlight. Crowds made her skin

remarkable skills, no one

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