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Jason’s blood ran cold as he scanned the room. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and his fury
red. He’d specifically asked the bodyguard if there were any screams–nope, just Greg “flirting”
So, Sophia was willingly letting this old goat paw at her? The thought twisted his gut. squeezing the
air out of his lungs. He needed to see for himself. He flung open the door like a madman, only to be
met with a scene that punched him in the gut. Five minutes. That’s all it took for things to escte
from light flirting to this tangled mess. Just days ago, she’d fought tooth and nail, even biting her
own tongue. Now, she justy there, passive. Was she that desperate?
The sudden noise startled Greg, who forced down a groan and turned to see Jason radiating pure
murder. He gulped. Besides that project, he didn’t have much to offer. This was Cester City,
Jason’s yground. Sleeping with his wife was basically signing his own death warrant. He’d been
blinded by lust before, thinking Jason was a pushover. Now, with Jason looming over him like a
grim reaper, Greg finally understood. Messing with this woman was like poking a dragon. A very
bad idea. The earlier rush of desire evaporated, reced by a bone–chilling fear He’d messed with
themercial kingpin of Cester City. Thankfully, things hadn’t gone too far. He just hoped he
could get out of there without bing another business statistic.
“Uh, Mr. Wilson, I, uh…” Greg stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Jason’s eyes scanned the entwined figures. Relief washed over him as he saw her clothes still
mostly on. “Sorry to interrupt your fun, Greg he said, voice clipped, “Family emergency. Sophia
needs toe with me.”
Greg scrambled off the bed, grabbing for his clothes haphazardly. “Of course, of course! Family
first!” He almost ran out of the room, desperate to put as much distance between himself and Jason
as possible.
Jason sighed. “Seems I haven’t been the best host. Let me arrange some… entertainment for you.”
His gaze was cold and uninviting.
Greg, under nodilusions, didn’t dare refuse. After a few mumbled thanks, he stumbled out of the
private room.
Sophiay there, staring nkly at the chandelier. A flicker of hope, Did his sudden appearance
mean he actually cared? Wishing on a star, she hoped he’d get a taste of her misery. Maybe share
some of the pain. She turned her gaze to Jason, who was studying her with a skeptical, almost
mocking look.
Jason pressed his lips together, determined not to reveal his selfish motives. “Grandma’s showing
signs of waking up. You’reing with me. Time to apologize and grovel.”
Sophia’s focus shiftedpletely upon hearing about his grandmother. No more mind games. She
quickly sat up and dressed, revealing a glimpse of her chest as she leaned forward. The sight of the
marks there reignited Jason’s anger. A minuteter, and that old lech would have had his way. And
worse, she’d gone along with it so easily.
“Sophia,” he spat, turning away in disgust, “you’ve really lowered my opinion of you.”
A bitterugh escaped Sophia’s lips. Straightening her dress, she exited the room, heading to the
staff locker room to change. Stepping out of Lust, she saw Jason helping Ada into their car. A pang
of jealousy shot through her. Reaching out to her stomach, her eyes filled with regret This child
wouldn’t even have a chance to be born, let alone experience a father’s love. A forced marriage, a
life of misery. she’d condemned this child before it even had a life.
Back at the Wilson Mansion, in the sterile medical room, Jason held his grandmother’s hand,
muttering encouragement Sophia stood by the bed, muttering a prayer. She didn’t care about
clearing her own name. All she wanted was for Alison to be safe.
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Cam, ever the opportunist, couldn’t resist a dig. “What are you mumbling about? Praying for
Alison to die?”
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The moment the words left her lips, the EKG monitor went berserk. The attending physician
shouted, “Her heart rate is dropping! Critical
condition!”