She won’t open the door.
This is his strategy.
The man outside is a master of manipulation; actually, he is also quite playful. He advances step by step, his sword pointed at her.
"Yara, I feel so hot, the effects of the drug are kicking in, it’s becoming harder to bear, I really want you."
The heat radiating from Jude Crawford’s body was scorching, even his every breath was hot. Butler Thorne always handled things reliably, and this drug was the best of its kind.
He swallowed, trying to suppress the burning heat within him, but his mind was flooded with images of her.
The drug was like a mirror reflecting the heart; at first glance, it revealed the woman he desired most in his life, his deepest obsession.
"Sir, are you okay?" Butler Thorne asked worriedly.
Just then, the sound of high heels echoed, Jenny ca upstairs, rushing over imdiately, "Mr. Crawford, I’ve been waiting for so long."
"Mrs. Crawford doesn’t value you, but I do. Feel my heart, it’s pounding..."
Jenny grasped Jude Crawford’s large hand, placing it on her soft, heaving chest.
...
Inside the room.
Isabelle Willow could hear the sounds from outside clearly; Jenny was already impatient.
"Ah," at this mont Annette cried out, "Mr. Crawford, you’re hurting ."
Isabelle Willow quickly raised her hand, covering her ears; she didn’t want to listen.
No matter what he and Jenny were doing outside now.
"Ah," Jenny outside cried out again, both pleased and excited, "Mr. Crawford, where are you taking ?"
Jude Crawford took Jenny away, it was quite thrilling.
Soon, it grew quiet around Isabelle Willow’s ears.
She slowly took her hands down, there were no more sounds outside.
He was gone.
He took Jenny away.
Pain.
A sharp pain twisted in her heart.
Her eyes grew hot, and large tears fell down.
Suddenly, she broke down sobbing.
In the silent room, her restrained crying echoed, filled with sorrow.
Why cry?
Just felt an urge to cry.
"Why are you crying?"
At this mont, a low, magnetic voice suddenly sounded beside her ear.
Isabelle Willow looked up suddenly; before her stood a tall, upright figure. For an instant, she collided with his intense and tender gaze.
Jude Crawford had co.
He did not leave with Jenny; he ca back.
"..."
"I said, we’re still like before. I knock on the door, you don’t open it, so I co in myself."
It used to be like this too. When he made her angry, she’d lock him outside the door. He would be patient at first, but once he lost it, he would co in directly.
He always had a way to get in.
He had plenty of experience picking the lock.
Isabelle Willow curved her red lips, suddenly breaking out in laughter amidst her tears.
Just now, the gloom was swept away, amused by him.
Jude Crawford slowly squatted down, reaching his distinct, large hand to pinch her face, "Tell , why were you crying just now?"
Isabelle Willow touched her heart, "It hurt."
"Are you feeling unwell?" he asked with a husky voice.
Isabelle Willow shook her head; it wasn’t physical discomfort, but her heart ached because of him, "No need, it doesn’t hurt anymore."
Jude Crawford humd softly in response, not retracting his hand as his rough fingertips gently caressed her skin, one stroke at a ti.
His gaze was very warm, looking at her without any concealnt, blatantly.
The place he caressed began to burn, and Isabelle Willow naturally turned her face aside.
Seeing her avoid him, Jude Crawford slightly furrowed his handso brows, hiding all emotions beneath his gaze. He stood up, picking her up in his arms, and placed her onto the soft big bed.
"Rest assured, if you don’t want to, I won’t force you. Just now, it was a scare," he said with a sigh of indulgence, "Yara, I’m still the sa, can’t deal with you."
Isabelle Willow softened inside, "I thought... you left with Jenny."
"No, I just drove her away."
"Don’t want any won?"
His deep eye sockets were bloodshot, filled with a frightening emotion that made him look a bit terrifying.
The drug effects on him were getting stronger.
Jude Crawford lifted his gaze, giving her a look, "The only woman I want is you; I never intended to touch Jenny. It’s nothing. Later, I’ll take a cold shower in the bathroom. If you don’t want to touch you, I won’t, as long as you stay by my side this month."
Isabelle Willow’s heart faintly ached again because of his words.
He had never intended to touch Jenny, not from the beginning to the end.
"Sleep, I’ll go to the bathroom," Jude Crawford stood up.
Isabelle Willow watched his back, thinking, let it go. Though Zelda Willow was a regret, he was enough to fill all the regrets.
Isabelle Willow got out of bed, rushed forward, and hugged his solid waist from behind.
She hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go anymore.
She ca out, embracing him.
This embrace was many years late; in midnight dreams, she had rehearsed it many tis in her dreams.
To embrace her loved one.
To embrace her Jude Crawford.
Jude Crawford’s steps completely froze.
He reached a large hand and touched the small hands around his well-built waist, rubbing them back and forth, "Yara, you’re torturing again, aren’t you? To , this bit of initiative feels like a hint. I’ve used up all my strength to restrain my desire for you, so stay away from , leave alone, let go of your hands while you still can."
Isabelle Willow shook her head, "I won’t let go."
Jude Crawford quickly turned around, his deep blood-red eyes staring intently at her, "Do you know what you’re doing?"
She knew.
She knew.
Isabelle Willow lifted her hands to wrap around his neck, tiptoed, and kissed him proactively.
Jude Crawford’s pupils constricted as his gaze grew deeper, like two small whirlpools gathering up, about to swallow her whole.
The next second, he bent low and lifted her onto his shoulder, taking a few strides forward, and directly tossed her onto the soft bed.
"Playing for real?" His gaze was fervent, almost lting her.
Isabelle Willow did not answer, she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her body to kiss his thin lips again.
Tolerable, but intolerable?
Jude Crawford rarely had the chance to enjoy her kissing him proactively, now it felt like a beautiful dream; he couldn’t wait any longer. The self-control he had just now broke instantly. He reached out to pull at her nightgown.
But Isabelle Willow pressed against his solid chest, with a force, directly pushing him over onto the mattress beside him.
Jude Crawford froze, looking at the crystal chandelier above, raised his hand to cover his blood-red eyes; he knew it, this wasn’t real.
She pushed him away again.
Perhaps the kiss just now was out of pity for him.
Jude Crawford thought this way when suddenly his vision darkened; Isabelle Willow also flipped over, straddling his solid waist.
Now, man below, woman above.
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