Chapter 1521: Chapter 1521: When You’re Done Playing, It’s Ti to Throw It Away
His words were sharp, every sentence laced with barbs.
Coldness spread across Joan Harry’s chest, like a bucket of icy water poured from head to toe.
This was the first ti Jesse Rowan had lost his temper with her.
No doubt, it was just the beginning. He was running out of patience.
“Joan Harry, do you know what you’re supposed to do? Hmm?” Jesse Rowan wiped his face clean, then leaned in close to her. “Let teach you how to please a man.”
As he spoke, Jesse Rowan grabbed her hand and pressed it against his belt.
He had no interest in respectable daughters of elite families. Joan Harry was his first conquest of that type.
From a refined lady to a depraved woman—he found the stark contrast fascinating, utterly amusing.
In the eyes of outsiders, Joan Harry was poised, graceful, intellectual—the kind of unattainable goddess. Yet in his bed, was she not just as wanton?
Joan instinctively withdrew her hand, struggling free from Jesse Rowan’s grasp and clasping her hands tightly behind her back.
Her large eyes were brimming with water, misty as though she could cry at any mont.
But she clenched her teeth, refusing to let herself cry.
“Not going to learn?” Jesse Rowan’s tone was teasing. “Fine, don’t learn. But if the day ever cos that you don’t satisfy , you can get lost at any ti.”
That cake had stirred all his anger.
Giving him attitude?
She should really consider if she even had the qualification.
“Jesse Rowan, maybe I owed you in a past life, and that’s why you tornt like this.” The beginning of all of this—clearly, she was the victim.
“Haven’t I paid you?”
“Heh.” Joan Harry’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. Money…
He truly treated her like a cheap escort.
“Joan Harry,” Jesse warned her coldly, “since you’ve already been with , don’t try to act like a virgin in front of . It won’t do you any good.”
“When will you truly let go?”
“Depends on my mood.”
A cruel smirk touched Jesse Rowan’s lips. Let go? This was only the beginning; how could he let her go?
He hadn’t yet made her taste the feeling of falling from the heavens to the depths of despair.
Joan Harry’s face turned ashen, devoid of any trace of color, her chest feeling as though it had stopped beating, numb and devoid of sensation.
“Go make a cake,” Jesse ordered. “Yes, exactly like the one just now.”
Joan Harry didn’t move.
Jesse Rowan’s cold gaze remained fixed on her face, oppressing and forcing her.
Eventually, Joan Harry gave in…
Dragging her weary body, she went to the kitchen to make the cake.
An identical cake—whatever he said, she would do.
Jesse Rowan loosened the tie around his neck. Heh, here in Landon, what kind of won couldn’t he have?
A woman like Joan Harry, lifeless in bed, once done playing with her, she’d be discarded.
There will co that day—it wouldn’t be far.
Rain continued to drizzle outside. Joan Harry hid in the kitchen, her trembling fingers giving her away.
The sky was gloomy, her heart an inky void, robbed of any color.
The cake was quickly finished.
She was always adept at such tasks.
“Mr. Rowan, the cake.” Joan Harry presented the plate to him, her expression blank.
Jesse Rowan put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at it—indeed, identical.
“Miss Harry’s hands are quite skilled. Beg to eat it.”
Joan Harry bit her lip.
It took a long, long ti before she finally whispered, “Please, Mr. Rowan, have a taste.”
“Now you know how to please ? Know how to care for ? Good girl, I care about you too,” Jesse Rowan reached out and patted her face lightly.
The next mont, he raised his hand, and with a loud “smack,” threw the cake into the trash bin.
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