Chapter 944: Jayden’s Execution Order
I slipped into her mind without moving a muscle.
[Even after washing for so long... the sll isn’t gone.]
She thought the lingering piss-and-cum stench clinging to the air was still on her—so phantom trace she couldn’t scrub away no matter how hard she’d soaped herself in the shower. Her cheeks flushed faintly with renewed sha. She didn’t suspect the room. Not yet.
Her gaze drifted—first to Ema (standing awkwardly near the foot of the bed, lips still shiny, chin faintly glistening), then to Julie (now perched on the edge of the mattress beside , legs crossed primly, though a dark wet patch was already spreading on the skirt beneath her ass), and finally to the floor.
Her eyes caught on the puddles—clear and slick in places, creamy-white in others—scattered across the tile like evidence of a cri scene.
Julie noticed imdiately.
She let out a bright, forced laugh and waved one hand airily.
"Oh! I accidentally tripped earlier and dropped so water from the pitcher. Clumsy ." She gestured vaguely toward the floor.
Yuko blinked slowly.
Her mind brushed mine again—open, unguarded:
[Water...? But it slls... different. Sharp. Musky. Like... no. Aunt Julie is... she’s lesbian, right? She’s never been interested in n. And Jack treats her like family—like an aunt. There’s no way... no possibility... It’s just water. I’m imagining things because I still feel dirty from earlier...]
She gave a small, uncertain nod—accepting the lie because the alternative was unthinkable to her. Julie = safe, maternal, non-sexual.
= injured, innocent patient.
Ema = just the maid. The room’s sll, the wet spots, the faint tremor in Ema’s hands, Julie’s too-bright smile—none of it computed as sexual in Yuko’s worldview.
She forced a small smile, towel-drying the ends of her hair.
"Thank you, Ema... for the clothes."
Ema mumbled sothing incoherent—still flushed—and backed toward the door.
"I-I’ll go check if Marina needs anything else..."
She slipped out quickly, the door clicking shut behind her.
Yuko padded closer to the bed, barefoot, hair dripping tiny dark spots onto the shoulders of her t-shirt. She hesitated at the edge of the mattress, eyes flicking once more to the floor puddles, then to Julie, then finally to .
"Are... are you feeling better, Jack?" she asked softly, voice gentle, almost maternal. "I was worried when I was in the shower... I thought I heard... noises..."
Julie answered before I could—voice syrupy-sweet.
"Oh, he’s much better now, darling. Nothing to worry about."
Yuko’s brows furrowed faintly.
She didn’t voice it. Instead, she reached out and gently brushed damp fingers across my forehead—like checking for a fever.
"You still feel warm..." she murmured. "Maybe I should stay close tonight... make sure you rest properly."
Julie’s smile tightened—just a fraction—but her eyes sparkled with dark amusent.
"That’s so sweet of you, Yuko," she said, patting the mattress beside . "Why don’t you sit here? Keep him company. I’ll go... freshen up a bit."
She stood—slowly, deliberately—letting Yuko see the dark wet patch on the back of her skirt as she walked toward the bathroom. The fabric clung obscenely to her ass, outlining every curve.
Yuko watched her go—confused, but not suspicious.
[She really did spill water... right?]
She sat gingerly on the edge of the bed—close enough that her damp thigh brushed my hip through the gown.
I reached out, took her hand, and squeezed it gently.
"You sll nice," I lied softly. "Like soap and clean skin."
Yuko blushed—pleased, relieved—and leaned her head against my shoulder.
"I tried so hard to wash everything away..." she whispered. "I still feel... dirty... but being close to you makes it better."
Behind her, Julie paused at the bathroom doorway—turned just enough so only I could see her face.
She mouthed three silent words, lips curling into a wicked smile:
"She has no idea."
Then she disappeared inside.
The room still slled like sex.
The floor was still wet.
Before I could even open my mouth to calm things down, the door burst open with a sharp bang against the wall.
Jayden stord in first—tall, broad-shouldered, suit jacket already half-unbuttoned like he’d sprinted straight from a eting. Right behind him ca Gabriela—her dark hair wild, eyes wide and glassy with tears—and Lorena, clutching her phone like a lifeline, mascara already streaking down her cheeks.
"Jack...!" Gabriela’s voice cracked the mont she saw
propped up in the hospital bed, the IV line taped to my arm, the faint bruises still visible on my skin. She rushed forward, hands flying to her mouth. "What happened... how could you be injured like this... who did this to you?!"
Lorena was crying openly now—big, heaving sobs—as she dropped to her knees beside the bed and grabbed my free hand.
"If I hadn’t called Marina... I wouldn’t have found out anything! She said you were in an accident... but she didn’t say how bad... Jack, how could you get hurt like this...?"
Jayden stood at the foot of the bed, fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. His voice ca out low and dangerous, every word edged with barely contained rage.
"Yeah... tell us. Who injured you? I’ll have them executed right away. No questions. The whole governnt is keeping an eye on you—xican authorities can’t afford another scandal. If soone touched you, they’re done. Period."
The three of them looked wrecked—genuine panic, genuine tears. Gabriela was already reaching for my face like she wanted to check every bruise herself; Lorena’s sobs were shaking her shoulders; Jayden looked ready to burn the hospital down if I nad a single person.
Yuko stood frozen near the side of the bed.
Her hair was still damp, clinging to her neck in dark strands. The fresh sweats and t-shirt made her look small, almost fragile, compared to the three glamorous, older won who had just barged in like a storm.
Gabriela—especially Gabriela—radiated effortless beauty: tall, curvaceous, dark eyes, sharp with worry, expensive perfu cutting through the lingering sex-and-piss stink of the room. Lorena was softer but no less striking—elegant even in tears. Jayden’s presence alone filled half the space.
Yuko’s gaze darted between them.
[They’re all so beautiful... older... powerful. Especially Gabriela... she looks like she could crush anyone. And Jack treats them like family... like important people. There’s no way... no way he’d... with Aunt Julie... or anyone else. I’m just imagining things because I feel guilty...]
She swallowed hard, cheeks burning. She was the one who had hurt —her fists, her rage, her misunderstanding—and now these three were here demanding answers. Her stomach twisted with sha.
I raised my good hand quickly, waving it weakly to cut through the rising storm.
"Don’t worry," I said, keeping my voice calm and tired—the perfect injured-patient tone. "I’m fine. Really. There’s no need to pursue any of this. It was just... an accident. Nothing worth executing anyone over."
Jayden’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "An accident? Jack, you don’t get bruises like that from tripping over a rug. Soone put their hands on you. Tell
who."
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