Chapter 41


    Jonathan tensed up, grabbing her chin and speaking in a hoarse voice, “Stop seducing me, I’m a man!”


    In this enclosed, stuffy space, he was a man, and she was a woman constantly tempting him.


    Estelle lifted her head, her water-like eyes filled with a hint of brightness, she slowly parted her lips,


    “Help me!”


    Jonathan’s breath caught, his grip on her face growing tighter, and his voice sank even lower. “Do you


    understand the gravity of your words?”


    “Mmm,” Estelle mumbled, her response a mix of uncertainty and involuntary reflex.


    Jonathan stared intently into her eyes. “I’m your…”


    He didn’t finish his words, as she suddenly tiptoed and kissed him on the lips.


    She felt that if she didn’t do something, she’d be devoured by those insects and die.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Her past experiences and training told her that no matter what, protecting her own life came first-taking


    care of herself was being responsible to herself and others.


    Besides, she had once helped this man in front of her.


    He should help her this time.


    Jonathan remained motionless, his eyes growing even darker beneath the night sky. He closed his


    eyes, gently releasing her hands, and spoke in a hoarse voice, “No!”


    His reply was so low, it was unclear if he was warning Estelle or himself.


    “Why not?” Estelle leaned against the bathroom wall, her voice weak but calm, staring at the man


    without blinking. Seeing his refusal, she struggled, “If you don’t agree, I’ll make love with someone


    else!”


    She pushed him away and walked out, but after only two steps, her arm was suddenly grabbed, and


    her body was embraced.


    She clung tightly to the man’s neck, feeling the tension in his arm muscles.


    Jonathan held her tightly, his eyes filled with a mix of rationality and anger. However, it seemed that in


    that moment, his impulsive instincts had overridden his better judgment, as he leaned down to kiss her.


    The two kissed in the bathroom, with Estelle ced on the washstand, the perfect height for them to


    easily and passionately kiss each other.


    In the darkness, the temperature rose and rose.


    Jonathan felt like he’d experienced this scene before, but before he could think deeper, his thoughts


    were interrupted by Estelle.


    She seemed innocently soft, but when given any indulgence, her true nature would be revealed: wild


    and unrestrained, just like that day when she rode the horse.


    Jonathan took off her top, carrying her into the bedroom, and theyy down together on the soft,rge


    bed.


    The man propped himself up slightly, pinching Estelle’s chin and forcing her to meet his gaze, “Do you


    know who I am?”


    Estelle was unable to speak anymore, only whimpering and nodding.


    The man’s voice sounded hoarse as he spoke, “Once we go through with this, there should be no


    regrets. When you wake up, please refrain from crying or causing a scene.”


    Growing impatient, Estelle leaned forward and sealed his lips with a kiss, silencing his words.


    She couldn’t help but notice how amazing he smelled..


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    That night, Estelle took in the warm, woody scent from his body, which soaked into every part of her


    like a brand, never to fade away.


    In a daze, she heard the man ask in her ear, “Who did you give your first time to?”


    Estelle wanted to answer, “You,” but it was as if she had fallen into a dream, unable to speak the


    words.


    Indeed, she was dreaming again, a long dream.


    There had been no lights on in the room since the beginning, and the moon and starlight outside spilled


    through the half-open window, casting a glow on Estelle, and also into her happy dream.


    From then on, her dreams were no longer filled with just blood and darkness.