Yelena Hughes’s heels were too high; she could barely stand, and now she was almost nestled entirely in his arms.
The man’s breath fell heavily and teasingly on her ear, and her ears gradually turned red.
His arm tightly gripped her waist, almost enough to snap it with one hand.
Yelena Hughes held his fingers, applied a bit of pressure, and his hand moved away from her mouth.
Imdiately after, the force around her waist also loosened.
Yelena Hughes turned, leaning her back against the door of the room, and looked at the man with a slight smile. "Master."
"Who’s joking around with you? Besides, do you have the face to joke in front of ?"
"It’s my fault for lying to you, it won’t happen again."
"Yelena Hughes, you’d better straighten out this ti first." Jasper Yale took two steps in, and Yelena Hughes reached for the doorknob, wanting to leave.
"I advise you not to run. If I were you, I would lock the door."
Yelena was a bit afraid of him, afraid that this master would make a move on her regardless of the circumstances.
"This room, people might co in at any ti. If you lock it, they’ll just move on to the next one."
Yelena thought to herself, who would believe that?
Just as she thought that, soone twisted the doorknob open, and if she hadn’t been standing behind the door, the person outside would have co in directly.
"Oh dear," a woman’s voice ca through the door, quite spirited, "why are you in such a rush, let’s talk inside."
Yelena hurriedly pushed the door shut with force, fumbling to lock it while anxiously calling out.
"Soone’s in here!"
"Try another room." The woman knocked on the door before leaving, "Have fun."
She almost couldn’t stand anymore, leaning against the nearby wall; Jasper Yale sat down on the sofa, raising his eyebrows slightly, staring at her as if interrogating a criminal.
"It’s only been two days, and you’ve beco Shawn Thorne’s woman."
"No, he’s lying."
Jasper Yale beckoned to her with a finger, "Alright then, let’s verify."
Yelena Hughes, with her pure thoughts, couldn’t withstand the suggestive tone in Jasper Yale’s words.
"Verify?"
"Shawn Thorne says you’re his woman. I know his asure; he can’t control his lower half. Co on, let see."
Yelena Hughes stood where she was, not moving, her face showing hidden anger, "Master has said before, Master Thorne doesn’t fancy soone like . I can’t possibly be his girlfriend, and he hasn’t touched ."
How could he?
Drag her into a room, demand she undress, and she has to comply?
If he really wanted to watch so badly, he could go ho and watch his Miss Alden.
"And even if Master Thorne really did touch , it shouldn’t concern you, right?"
Yelena Hughes was already exhausted dealing with Shawn Thorne, but this master?
He’s even more troubleso because he’s unpredictable, and he prefers to act irrationally, leaving one defenseless.
The air in the room grew thinner, and from Jasper Yale’s face, Yelena Hughes realized she might have said sothing wrong.
In the hall, Shawn Thorne was looking everywhere for a glimpse of Yelena Hughes.
He just didn’t believe, in such a short ti, she could have escaped anywhere?
At this point, soone noticing his anxious expression quickly approached him. "Master Thorne, are you looking for the lady you brought?"
"Have you seen her?"
"I saw her, but..."
"Speak less nonsense; where is she?"
The man leaned in and whispered, "I saw her being taken away by the master, dragged off quite fiercely."
Shawn Thorne’s face darkened, "Where was she taken?"
"I’m afraid to say, if it weren’t for your anxious look, I..." Who would dare offend Jasper Yale?
Shawn Thorne grabbed the man’s collar, "Enough nonsense, lead the way!"
The man, trembling with fear, regretted his ddling; he really should’ve stayed out of it.
He led Shawn Thorne to the tightly closed door, pointing to it, "In there, just don’t say I told you."
The man ran off swiftly, and Shawn Thorne stared at the door, his expression turning colder by the mont.
No matter how capable Jasper Yale was, this was too much.
He stepped forward and pressed the doorknob.
It was locked from the inside.
Shawn Thorne pressed his face to the door, hearing voices from within, but couldn’t make out the words.
From outside, a string of footsteps approached, followed by a loud thud against the door.
Yelena Hughes was pressed against the door by Jasper Yale, the noise nearly deafening Shawn Thorne.
"Master, please don’t."
Jasper Yale disliked being contradicted, especially by won.
He slipped his hand through the gap at her waist, shifted Yelena Hughes’ long hair to expose her graceful neck.
As the man buried his face in, he sucked hard.
Yelena Hughes struggled slightly, causing the door to wobble, Jasper Yale squeezing her waist, "I just don’t like your resistive deanor. What, I gave you a million bucks in such a short ti, and I can’t even kiss you?"
"Master, there are people outside."
"I don’t plan to have you," Jasper Yale twisted her arm behind her, "say one more word, and I’ll take you to the hallway!"
"Can’t you... show a bit of respect?"
Hearing this, Jasper Yale eased his grip slightly, but his mouth showed no rcy.
He left a mark on her carotid artery, then quickly moved his lips to Yelena Hughes’ shoulder.
It was truly itchy and painful.
Jasper Yale’s words further humiliated Yelena Hughes.
"Such tender skin, not suitable for rough treatnt."
Outside, Shawn Thorne’s face alternated between green and pale; he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
The sound of a lighter striking transmitted swiftly into Yelena Hughes’ ears.
She shrank her shoulders suddenly, "Soone’s there."
What difference does it make if there is? Even if soone was watching inside, Jasper Yale wouldn’t flinch.
Shawn Thorne bit on the cigarette, snickering coldly.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
In this circle, everyone had each other’s contact. Shawn Thorne sent a video request to soone, who picked up promptly.
"Hello, what’s up?"
Shawn Thorne aid the phone at the door, knocking twice with his other hand.
"Miss Alden, your man is inside, stealing my woman."
The book in Nancy Alden’s hand fell next to the wheelchair, "Shawn Thorne, don’t talk nonsense."
"How am I being untrue? Let ask you, is Jasper Yale by your side?"
Nancy Alden stared straight at the door, unwilling to believe, "If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up."
"What’s the use of avoiding it? Why don’t you co and see for yourself? I’ll block the door; they can’t get out."
Saying so, Shawn Thorne pounded the door hard again, "Yelena Hughes, co out!"
His ruckus was bound to attract onlookers.
Already, several people were coming over, "Master Thorne, what’s happened?"
Shawn Thorne swallowed the smoke, half of the ash still on the cigarette, "Soone saw my date being dragged into this room. By the way, has anyone seen the master?"
Everyone exchanged glances. "No, haven’t seen him."
Shawn Thorne pointed the cara at himself, "Miss Alden, are you coming or not? If you hesitate any longer, not only will they finish their business in there, but they could have a few more rounds, do you believe that?"
The hands on Yelena Hughes’ body let go; she glanced at Jasper Yale’s expression.
His eyes were dark as night, almost devil-like.
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