Leah Thorne knew that a wise and alert man like Justin Xavier must have already beco suspicious.
"So ti ago, Leah t an old acquaintance of the Thorne family. This acquaintance said a lot of bizarre things; she actually told Leah that the Thorne family was innocent and said that back then, it was your father who had unrequited desires and intentions toward Leah’s mother. That spectacle of catching in the act was rely your father’s sche, that he drugged Leah’s mother, and that Leah’s parents’ car accident was also orchestrated. The mastermind was also the Xavier family, and even Leah’s brother, once the notorious little overlord of the entire city, Mort Thorne, was killed at the hands of your family. It was all due to the Xavier family... Leah actually believed these absurd claims. Once on the phone, she told that between her and the Xavier family, it would be relentless hatred."
"What followed, Justin, you also know. Leah began actively showing goodwill, actively approaching you. Justin, wake up. Leah doesn’t love you at all. This ti she approached you only to use you, to use you to bring down the entire Xavier family. Myself, your father, your mother, and even you are her targets!"
Leah almost laughed. Old Master Xavier spoke with such passion and emotion, narrating the tale of pity and grievance as if these were all slanders, as if the Xavier family were innocent and had never stained their hands with the blood of Thorne family mbers.
Fraud, greed, hypocrisy, insidiousness, these were the qualities inherent to the Xavier family.
Leah lifted her gaze, eting Justin Xavier’s eyes calmly.
Justin’s expression was unreadable, or perhaps he showed no expression at all. He glanced at Leah mildly, "Grandfather, I understand, it’s already very late. I’ll have soone take you back to rest."
"Justin, I’ve said all I have to say; think it over yourself." Old Master Xavier turned and left.
...
On the lawn, the butler respectfully opened the back car door and worriedly said, "Old Master, I think the young master is truly bewitched by Miss Thorne. Do you think your words will have any effect?"
Old Master Xavier’s murky yet shrewd eyes brimd with an inscrutable smile. Instead of answering, he asked, "How much of what I said do you think Justin believed?"
The butler stiffened, "Old Master, what do you an?"
...
In the study, after Old Master Xavier left, Leah quickly crawled out and tidied up her dress.
At that mont, a deep magnetic voice of a man reached her ears, "Leah, do you have sothing you want to say to ?"
Leah turned to the side, seeing Justin Xavier slowly rotating his office chair. His cold black eyes fell upon her small face.
Leah raised her hand, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, "Your grandfather was right, this ti I ca to your side to seek revenge."
"Revenge?" Justin chuckled lightly, a teasing smile forming, "You think you can?"
"No, with your help."
Leah didn’t want to deceive him. By clarifying everything now, she was using him, and he could enjoy her beauty and body; no one owed the other.
As for who would ultimately win, it would depend on their abilities.
"Heh." Justin let out a low laugh from his throat, "To what extent do you want revenge?"
Leah shook her head, "I don’t know either... It depends on how much you like ."
Justin remained silent, and the study fell into an oppressive silence, making it hard to breathe.
After a long ti, Justin spoke, "Let’s go have dinner first."
...
After dinner, Leah returned to her room, took a hot bath, and went to bed. Justin hadn’t returned; he was working in the study.
Leah began to have nightmares again. Soon, she frowned, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on her chest, leaving her breathless.
It was so uncomfortable.
Her densely-lashed eyelids quivered restlessly, and Leah quickly opened her bright eyes.
In the next second, an extrely handso face lood large in her vision.
Justin Xavier.
Leah went blank, stunned for a few seconds. She didn’t know when he had returned.
He had taken a shower. He wore a black silk pajama robe, with his cropped short hair still wet with droplets, likely too lazy to towel dry. The belt of his robe was loosely tied, revealing his broad chest, exuding an air of wicked temptation.
He was kissing her.
There was nothing gentle in his kiss. After a while, he even bit her tender lips, tornting them.
Leah felt pain and discomfort, truly uncomfortable. She lifted her soft white hands against his firm chest, trying to push him away.
Then Justin opened his dark eyes slightly, looking down at her, "Awake?"
"Justin, let go!"
"I’m not in a good mood tonight. You better cooperate, or there will be consequences!"
His words were clear, carrying a warning. Leah wanted to speak, but his overwhelming kisses descended upon her again.
Justin closed his eyes; he found it strange too, that he sought to vent on her when in a bad mood. Her body, wrapped in a soft nightgown, was like an addictive allure easily making him addicted.
Unable to control himself for a mont, Justin bit the tip of her tongue.
Hiss.
Leah gasped at the sharp pain, her body instinctively curling up from the hurt.
"Mm~ umm!"
Leah pounded on him hard.
Justin snapped back, releasing her swollen lips. The girl beneath him was a pitiful sight, with her long hair tangled against her soft face and creamy white neck, her small mouth red and bloodied.
Justin lowered his brows, suppressing his hostility; he admitted his emotions were slightly out of control.
He held her down with one hand while his other hand reached under the pillow, retrieving the small item and then pushing her dress up.
Leah’s eyes widened in fear, feeling his determination tonight. She tried to cover her dress.
"What are you doing?" Justin knitted his strong brows, then smacked her small face lightly with his large hand, "My patience is limited too. You can’t play for a fool."
Leah’s creamy face bore red marks from his smacks as she closed her eyes, calmly saying, "Not today... Can we do it another day? It’s that ti of the month for ."
Justin paused, his handso face already full of displeasure.
Leah wanted to get up, but Justin quickly pushed her back down, his rough thumb grazing her swollen lips, staring at her with a deep fiery gaze.
Leah’s heart skipped a beat; she imdiately refused, "No..."
Justin undid his belt, his lips curling mischievously, "You said yourself, let’s see if you’re better than Davina Rowe."
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