His words were enough to stir up many mories, Isabelle Willow’s icy face quickly turned a light red, "Jude Crawford, please have so respect!"
Jude Crawford took another languid drag of his cigar, "Are you sure you want to talk to about respect while sitting on my lap, hmm?"
"..." It’s not like she wanted to sit on his lap; he pulled her over.
Isabelle Willow struggled hard, "Let go of !"
Jude Crawford’s large hand grasped her slender waist, "Why are you blushing? I still rember when we first got married, soone secretly logged into the browser and asked... would doing it too much as a couple lead to death..."
Isabelle Willow’s eyelashes trembled, she didn’t expect him to bring this up again.
Back when they first married, he kept her up every night, she’d barely get out of bed in the morning while he went to work looking radiant.
Later, a lot happened between them, and he beca increasingly moody, often lashing out, and when he was in a bad mood, he wouldn’t let her off the hook.
Once, she secretly took out the laptop and typed "would doing it too much as a couple lead to death," only to be caught red-handed by him, and he’s been teasing her about it for years.
Back then, the tis in Jill’s room were indulgent; aside from designing jewelry, she was showered with his affection. Iris wasn’t wrong in saying she was treasured at age 19 in Jill’s room, untouched by the world, still with clear cool eyes and just as enchanting as ever.
"I don’t want to talk about this, let go first." Isabelle Willow struggled uneasily in his embrace.
Jude Crawford domineeringly trapped her, but she squird uncomfortably in his arms; their bodies brushed against each other, and his gaze quickly darkened.
At this mont, Isabelle Willow felt like she bumped into sothing, that sensation... it felt like a burning stick, is this...
Isabelle Willow looked at him in confusion.
Jude Crawford knew if this continues, he’ll be exposed. In her eyes, he’s not capable anymore, how could he have a physical reaction?
Thinking for the long term, Jude Crawford imdiately let her go, pushing her away, "Weren’t you going to treat my wound? Hurry up."
Isabelle Willow stood up, not knowing how she had offended him again, but he seed angry again.
Isabelle Willow opened the small dicine box, then took a disinfectant swab to treat the large lump on his forehead, "Does it hurt?"
She asked softly.
Jude Crawford was sitting now, she was standing, leaning down focused on treating his wound, and Jude Crawford felt her pose... just rightly presented her full bosom in front of him.
Her figure outlined by the cheongsam was more voluptuous than in her youth.
Isabelle Willow stopped her hand when he didn’t respond, "What’s wrong with you..."
The next second, Isabelle Willow’s words were cut short because she saw that Jude Crawford was staring at her chest.
Him!
Isabelle Willow angrily smashed the swab onto his deep, handso face, "Jude Crawford, you... you rogue!"
Jude Crawford didn’t dodge, allowing the swab to hit his face then fall, he even raised his gaze, looking at her innocently and calmly, "How am I a rogue? You’ve brought it right in front of , if I don’t look, wouldn’t that be disrespecting you?"
"You..."
"However," Jude Crawford arched his sword-like eyebrows, exuding mature charm, "your figure has beco even better."
Isabelle Willow’s face turned pale with anger, "Handle your wound yourself, I’m done, I’m going back."
She turned and walked away.
Jude Crawford watched her departing silhouette and leisurely finished his cigar before getting up and heading to the bathroom to take a shower.
...
Isabelle Willow quickly descended the stairs, intending to go ho. Coming to Jude Crawford’s place was a mistake she wouldn’t repeat.
At this mont, Butler Thorne ca over, "Madam, are you leaving? Please wait a mont, a car will be here shortly to take you ho."
"No need, I’ll call a cab myself."
"Madam, you can’t get a cab around here."
"...Alright, thank you then."
Isabelle Willow sat on the living room sofa, Butler Thorne brought over a cup of tea, "Madam, have so tea."
Isabelle Willow felt a bit thirsty, so she drank a little tea.
Soon, a wave of drowsiness hit her, her eyelids grew heavy, and she felt like sleeping.
Isabelle Willow collapsed onto the soft sofa and fell asleep.
She had a very long dream.
She dreamt she was asleep, and Butler Thorne beside her said, "Sir, madam is asleep."
Jude Crawford arrived.
Jude Crawford had already bathed in the study and was wearing black-striped silk pajamas when he stepped in, looking even younger and handso enveloped in the crisp cool air.
Jude Crawford ca over, lifting her horizontally to the upstairs, opened the master bedroom, and placed her on the soft large bed.
He raised his hand, his defined fingers reaching the cheongsam buttons and started undressing her.
Isabelle Willow felt the dream start again; last ti, it was like this, especially vivid. She tried to move uneasily but her body was weak and powerless, only to be bullied by him.
Jude Crawford said nothing while undressing her; he was deft at it, showing that he had been emotionally unstable, just like in his youth, he wanted to find comfort on her, seeking his own ease.
Soon, he bowed, thin lips covered her earlobe and began kissing, maliciously saying, "Complinting your figure makes you unhappy, it’s clearly just better."
...
Outside the villa gate, a luxury car slowly parked on the lawn, and soone stepped out—Zelda Willow.
Zelda Willow had arrived, rushed overnight from the City of Aethelgard.
Zelda Willow took good care of herself; she had her hair up, wore delicate minimal makeup, and confidently walked in high heels across the lawn to the villa entrance, then rang the doorbell.
Soon, the villa door opened. Zelda Willow thought it was Jude Crawford, her face blossod into a charming smile, "Jude..."
But her smile froze directly because it wasn’t Jude Crawford, it was Butler Thorne.
Butler Thorne looked at Zelda Willow, "Mrs. Zelda, why are you here?"
"Am I not allowed to co? Jude has been in Westria for quite a while, as his wife I obviously should co to accompany him; where is Jude? I want to go in and find him." Zelda Willow tried to enter.
"Mrs. Zelda, you can’t go in." Butler Thorne stopped Zelda Willow, blocking her from the door.
Zelda Willow’s expression changed, "Butler Thorne, how dare you, I am Mrs. Crawford, your lady, how dare you block ?"
"I’m sorry, Mrs. Zelda, you can’t co in. Sir is very busy right now and won’t be seeing you."
Zelda Willow seed to have guessed sothing, she looked inside, "Is... Isabelle Willow inside?"
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