443: Chapter 450: Which Room Is It In?
443: Chapter 450: Which Room Is It In?
Emily Berns didn’t enter the bathroom.
The entanglent between her and Jas Brown, though making her resent Jas for many years, left even herself at a loss to explain her mindset.
Sotis, while alone, she would reflect on whether she had been too impulsive in giving birth to this child for Jas.
Although she occasionally reflected on this, she didn’t regret it.
She was a stubborn girl—once she’d made a choice, even if it was a mistake, she wouldn’t look back.
Every ti she faced hardship or difficulties, she would think of Jas, that bastard, and vow to get her revenge on him.
This belief had stayed with her all these years.
But now, faced with Jas again, she suddenly realized she didn’t truly hate him.
It felt just like when they were together in the past, when she used to tease him or bicker with him—simply trying to attract his attention.
“Hey, hey!
Do you have any n’s clothes here?” After who knows how long, Emily heard Jas calling her from the bathroom.
“What a joke.
There’s no man in my house, so why would I have n’s clothes?” Emily walked to the bathroom door, grinning mischievously.
“How about I grab a couple of my clothes for you?
You can make do with them?”
“I don’t intend to cross-dress.
If you don’t have anything, forget it.
Lucky for , I enjoy sleeping naked.
Hey, hey, I’m coming out now.”
“Co out then!
It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” Emily said this, but quickly turned her head away.
The bathroom door opened, and Jas poked his head out.
Seeing Emily with her head turned, he chuckled and said, “Why are you still here?
I’m really going to co out.”
Without turning back, Emily shouted, “Co out then!
Stop yapping so much.
The second room on the sunny side upstairs is your room.”
Jas responded casually, “It looks like that’s not your bedroom.
So after all these years apart, you’re not sleeping in the sa room as ?
What a buzzkill.”
“Get lost!” Emily roared.
“Haha…” Jas laughed aloud and bounded upstairs.
Emily listened as Jas’ footsteps faded toward the stairs, finally unable to resist turning quickly to check.
She saw him wrapped in a white bath towel, certainly not bare-bottod.
Emily couldn’t help but laugh softly.
That bastard hadn’t changed—he still loved scaring her like before.
“Ah!
That’s my bath towel!
How could it be wrapped around him?” Emily’s face flushed.
That bath towel was her personal one; now that Jas had used it, it felt like an indirect touch on her own body.
Although Emily and Jas had only been impulsive that one ti in the past, she hadn’t truly experienced the intimacy shared between a man and a woman.
Couples sharing towels or personal items might be normal, but to Emily, this felt overwhelmingly intimate.
Covering her flushed face, Emily entered the bathroom.
The lingering heat and steam inside gave it an ethereal quality.
She could still, seemingly, catch a whiff of Jas’ scent, which only made her heartbeat race faster.
Her fair face grew red enough to bleed.
The bathtub was full, with foam from the bath liquid still floating on top.
Emily pursed her lips and muttered, “Bastard!
Finished bathing but didn’t bother draining the water.” She moved to let the water out.
But as soon as her hand dipped into the tub, Emily suddenly froze.
Her expression shifted unpredictably, holding the pose for a full two minutes before she straightened up.
She tiptoed to the bathroom door, peeking out cautiously.
Seeing no sign of Jas, she closed the door and locked it, finally letting her clothes slip off.
Emily had an excellent figure—slim and graceful, full where it counted, trim where it didn’t.
Though there was a faint scar on her slender abdon, it didn’t detract from her beauty.
After undressing, Emily went to the door again, listening attentively for movent outside.
Hearing nothing from Jas, she exhaled in relief.
Turning her eyes toward the bathtub, she finally lifted her leg and stepped inside.
Subrging everything except her head, Emily sank her body deep into the water.
She had done this countless tis before, but tonight felt remarkably different.
The water was comfortably warm, wrapping her in a sensation akin to being held by Jas.
She suddenly felt intoxicated, letting out a soft hum as a wave of indescribable contentnt enveloped her.
When Jas had been rough with her during their first encounter, the pain had far outweighed any pleasure.
To this day, Emily still didn’t know what male-female intimacy truly felt like, nor what it ant to be held by soone who loved her.
But now, soaking in water Jas had bathed in, she felt like she might begin to understand a little of it.
Only when the water cooled did Emily reluctantly erge, drying herself off.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks flushed again.
She wondered if Jas, seeing her like this, would be as impulsive as he’d been that one ti.
“Ugh!
I’ve got a scar on my stomach.
What if he finds it off-putting?
I’ve heard n lose interest in won after they give birth to their children.”
The thought made Emily feel nervous.
Rubbing at the scar on her abdon, her brows knitted tightly in worry.
After a long ti, Emily left the bathroom, donning a silk nightgown.
She looked like an ethereal lotus erging fresh from the water, beautiful beyond comparison, befitting the admiration of her countless fans.
Tiptoeing upstairs, Emily eyed the two doors ahead.
The first was hers, while Jas should be in the second room.
Should she stay in her room tonight or go to Jas’?
“Humph!
That bastard made suffer all these years.
Does he think I’ll forgive him so easily?
No way!”
“But if I don’t, that guy might slip out tomorrow morning, and I’ll lose him for good.”
“Now that he knows about our daughter, even if he doesn’t care about , he has to care about her.
He’ll definitely co looking for us.”
“He disappeared after our first ti together.
This ti, learning there’s a whole new little burden, he might run even farther away.”
Emily’s inner turmoil raged as conflicting thoughts battled in her mind.
Each ti she took a step toward Jas’ room, she’d retreat before deciding.
After biting her lip, she finally made a decision.
She pushed open Jas’ door and shouted, “Hey, bastard!
What are you up to?
Huh…”
Only to find the room empty.
There was no trace of Jas—not even a sign that he’d entered.
“Jas Brown!
You bastard!
You ran away!” Emily yelled angrily, storming out and rushing downstairs.
But outside in the courtyard, there was only the rustle of the evening breeze—Jas was nowhere to be found.
“Bastard!
Son of a bitch!
You dare run!
You dare!” Emily stomped in fury, her face turning green with rage.
After venting her anger, she had no choice but to sulk back upstairs.
But as she passed the bathroom door, she suddenly had a thought.
She quickly dashed inside and noticed Jas’ clothes still there, including his underwear.
A glint of realization crossed her eyes—this house didn’t have any n’s clothes, aning if Jas truly wanted to leave, he’d have to streak across town.
Emily wasn’t foolish enough to believe that.
Running up the stairs again, she hesitated at her bedroom door.
If Jas happened to be inside her room, what would she do?
Chase him out?
Or let him stay?
“You shaless scoundrel!
Humph!
Think you can fool so easily?
Do you think I’m that accessible?
That you can just do whatever you want to ?” Emily steeled herself inwardly, muttering fiercely.
If Jas was indeed in her room, he’d get no rcy—she’d chase him out without hesitation.
Taking a deep breath, Emily pushed open her room’s door and switched on the light.
But the room was empty.
Emily’s face imdiately darkened.
If Jas had been there, she had already worked out how she’d confront and chastise him.
But with no trace of him, she felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
Storming out of her room, Emily checked the third and fourth rooms but found no sign of Jas.
She ran back downstairs, searching through the two rooms below, but he still remained missing.
After spinning in circles fruitlessly, Emily returned to her room in frustration.
Throwing herself onto the bed, she cursed Jas under her breath.
But there was nothing else she could do.
Closing her eyes, she drifted off into a restless sleep.
She didn’t know how long she had slept when faint noises pulled her from slumber.
She had never been a deep sleeper; insomnia was frequent, and seeing Jas had only worsened it.
The faint noises outside instantly made her alert.
It was the sound of footsteps, which initially startled Emily, making her think it might be an intruder.
But then her lips curled into a smile—this must be Jas, that bastard, sneaking back after hiding sowhere earlier.
“Humph!
You sliball!
I’m going to find out which room you’re in, and when I do, I’ll make sure you regret testing my patience!”
Her smugness disappeared quickly, though, as she realized the steps weren’t coming from just one person—they sounded like several, accompanied by drawers being opened and rummaged through.
It suddenly felt as though the house had been invaded… by actual thieves.
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