Chapter 574


    The city that never sleeps glittered in its nocturnal splendor, with kaleidoscopic neon lights flickering into the wee hours before


    reluctantly dimming.


    Outside Jonas’ room, a figure loomed—an elderly cleaningdy with a weathered face and fragile frame. She nced around


    furtively, then swiftly used a card to unlock the sealed door and slipped inside in utter silence.


    This "cleaningdy" was none other than Elisea, adorned with a masterful disguise, having stealthily shadowed Jonas


    throughout the entire day.


    Driven by a mission that she was determined to aplish swiftly, Elisea had meticulously mapped Jonas'' movements, biding


    her time until he was thoroughly inebriated from an evening of indulgence. Only then did she follow him back to the hotel.


    Tonight, she was adamant, and sess was the only option. She had to seize the opportunity toplete her task and vanish


    from the scene.


    Inside the room, all was quiet save for the faint sound of Jonas’ light snoring.


    Elisea had learned her lesson from a previous encounter with Jonas, and now approached with caution. She lingered at the


    doorway, listening intently until she was certain that Jonas was indeed sound asleep.


    She tiptoed towards the bed, gazing at Jonas sprawled out, a silent, mocking smile crossing her face. "Don''t me me, Jonas,”


    she thought. "| hope you''ll be thest one | ever have to dispatch. Maybe in your next life, you''ll choose to be someone ordinary


    and avoid making so many enemies."


    Elisea paid a silent two-second tribute to the life she was about to extinguish, then drew her silenced pistol from her waistband


    and, without a moment''s hesitation, aimed and fired at the bed.


    “Thump! Thump! Thump!"


    The muted sound of the silenced gun barely disturbed the air, and just as Elisea''s lips began to curl into a smile of victory, she


    realized the bed was empty. Stunned, she spun around, searching for Jonas, only to find herself suddenly enveloped in a searing


    embrace.


    As an assassin, Elisea was unustomed to being so thoroughly outmaneuvered. She instinctively threw an elbow back at her


    assant.


    But Jonas, ever the strategist, had anticipated her move. Not only did he deftly counter it, but he also secured her arm tightly


    against him.


    The potent scent of his cologne wafted into Elisea''s nostrils, triggering an ufortable sensation throughout her body. Her


    heart pounded erratically, signaling the onset of an inexplicable turmoil. Elisea attributed the feeling to her unfamiliarity with such


    proximity, and with a flicker of ferocity in her eyes, she attempted a backward kick aimed squarely at Jonas’ penis.


    Her foot had barely lifted when it was caught by a vice-like grip, Jonas’ warmthpelling her to instinctively struggle. "Bastard,


    let go!” she spat.


    Jonas'' hand trailed up from her ankle, and he exhaled a contented sigh, "Sweetheart, you''re not getting away this time."


    His breath tickled her ear, leaving Elisea momentarily dazed as her heart raced uncontrobly as if something momentous was


    about to ur. Seizing the moment of her distraction, Jonas swiftly flipped her around, pinning her beneath him on the plush


    bed, his body radiating heat.


    Gazing into her eyes, which bore into his soul, Jonas uttered with deep affection, "Ellie."


    The sound of her name snapped Elisea back to reality, though she was at a loss as to how this man she was meant to


    assassinate had seen through her disguise. Now was not the time for such musings. Elisea thrashed fiercely, humiliated by being


    pressed beneath Jonas. After years of wless missions, she had never experienced such a failure, to be so thoroughly


    dominated by her intended victim!


    No matter how she struggled, Jonas easily countered every move, leaving her helplessly ensnared.


    And Jonas, on top of her, was infuriating—tracing the contours of her face with his calloused thumb before pressing it against her


    lips, igniting a fire within her. Her brain reeled at the contact, and his fingers were scorching, tinged with a hint of tobo. Her


    scalp tingled.


    Feeling utterly vited by Jonas'' actions, Elisea mustered all her strength to break free from his enigmatic gaze, her pride


    stinging as tears welled up, unbidden. She cursed herself for her weakness; an assassin should never be reduced to such a


    state. Yet, unable to control her emotions, tears spilled from her eyes, cascading down her cheeks in silent defiance.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    Jonas tenderly wiped away her tears, each touch softening something deep within him. He had traced her likeness from


    photographs countless times, yet it was never enough. He had once thought he could settle for any woman, but seeing her


    again, he knew he could neverpromise. Without her, his life would be unbearably empty...


    “Ellie, don''t cry," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper that sent a fresh torrent of tears down her cheeks.


    Elisea fought furiously but remained trapped within his grasp.


    With every irritated and helpless expression that crossed her flushed face, Jonas felt a surge of tenderness and protectiveness.


    He hadn''t expected her to cry, and


    loosening his hold, he cradled her


    tear-streaked face, f JloyeingtHe path


    oftersearevilh kisses thatnded


    on her longed-for lips. Her taste was


    as intoxicating as he remembered,


    ensnaring him, rendering him


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    As their lips melded together, Jonas’


    blood rushed with excitement. He


    savored her soft lips, tracing


    vor im rigtes\ wnisvery bones, but


    aKa euch, His entire being


    mored for more, ever more. He


    greedily pried open her mouth,


    sweeping through her sweet depths


    with a dominance softened by the


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    Elisea''s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, wishing she could snap Jonas’ neck on the spot. Yet, no matter how she struggled,


    she couldn''t break free from his hold. As her strength waned and she sumbed to his kiss, she felt the ultimate humiliation.


    With their lips locked in a fierce dance, Jonas felt the blood coursing through his veins, his desire for her unrelenting. He


    deepened the kiss, exploring every inch of her mouth, immersing himself in the taste that haunted his very essence, still craving


    more.


    The moment his lips crashed against


    hers with a fierce urgency, Elise''s


    heart began to pound wildly in ter)


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    thiS sensation felt hauntingly familiar,


    so familiar that tears involuntarily


    started spilling from her eyes,


    streaming unchecked down her


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    Elise despised this vulnerability. As an assassin, she was meant to be cold and merciless, and it infuriated her to find herself so


    out of control!


    What kind of sorcery had this detestable man cast upon her?


    His kiss was like a tempest, wild and unrelenting, sweeping through her mind and leaving her dizzy. She was powerless against


    his onught, her senses whollymandeered, much like a tiny vessel caught in the throes of a vast and merciless ocean.