It seems that she wasn’t as he thought, with no personal life whatsoever.


    When Marie brought in some snacks and tea, Jason casually asked about Estre’s usual routine.


    Marie said, “Ms. Estre asionally works overtime, but not often, and she


    usuallyes home quite early. It’s still early today.”


    Early? It was already past nine. She usuallyined about his infrequent visits, yet she herself


    wasn’t much better.


    Jason thought that when he agreed toe home once a week, Estre would be waiting at home for


    him, eagerly watching for his return. But things didn’t turn out as he imagined.


    With his hands in his pockets, Jason still stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, not leaving. Now, he was


    curious when Estre would return home tonight.


    Meanwhile, inside an Audi A4, a young man gripped the steering wheel, ncing over at Estre who


    rested her head against the window, her brow furrowed in difort. “Estre, you okay?” he asked


    with concern.


    “I’m fine,” she replied, her hand pressed against her chest. The night had crowned her the life of the


    party, leading to a few too many toasts in her honor. As the evening wound down, people suggested


    karaoke, but Estre could hardly walk straight, prompting her supervisor to arrange a ride home.


    Entering the prestigious Sandalwood Oasis, the young man’s eyes widened in awe. The neighborhood


    was Ravenwood’s crème de crème, where luxury whispered through the rustling leaves and


    reflected in the tranquil waters. The real estate prices were as breathtaking as the scenery –


    outrageously so


    As they pulled up to Sandalwood Oasis No. 1, his shock deepened. If his memory served him right, this


    was the property of a prominent Ravenwood figure, sprawling over acres of primend. “Estre,” he


    called out, just as the gates of the vi swung open, revealing a tall man in a crisp te-gray pajama


    set. His face was stern as he approached them, each step measured.


    The young guy’s heart skipped a beat upon recognizing Jason. In the next instant, he was out of the


    car, greeting him respectfully, “Mr. Jason.”


    Jason spared him a nce before opening the passenger door. Estre’s scent, heavy with alcohol, hit


    him, and his gaze turned icy. “Estre, why did you drink so much?”


    Estre, surprised by his presence, chirped, “Hey! You’re back!” She fumbled with her seatbelt,


    muttering about its stubbornness until Jason, despite his distaste, unbuckled it and lifted her from the


    car.


    Quiugby clung to his neck, protesting, “Jason, I’m not that drunk. Put me down. I can


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    walk.” Instead, Jason tightened his hold, as if to assert his im over her.


    The young man, still by the car, was ck-jawed. The pieces fell into ce. Estre’s connection to


    Jason exined her snagging the legal representation for Nelson International. The thought of any


    misunderstandings on Jason’s part sent a shiver down his spine.


    He quickly retrieved Estre’s purse, “Mr. Jason, this is Estre’s bag. We had a firm dinner tonight. I’m


    allergic to alcohol, so I was the designated driver.”


    Jason epted the bag with a nonchnt “Thanks,” and the young man watched them disappear into


    the vi, his mind reeling with Estre’s high-profile connections.


    Once upstairs, Jason sat across from Estre in an interrogation-like manner. “Estre, you sure that


    man is just a colleague? Did he bring anyone else home tonight?”


    are


    Estre, cradling a throw pillow, met his jealous gaze with a teasing challenge, “Jason, are you


    jealous?”


    He lit a cigarette, only to extinguish it at her frown. “Don’t y dumb, Estre. Answer my question.”


    Herughter broke the tension as she tossed aside the pillow and straddled him, seeking his embrace.


    “Jason, I need a hug.”


    Expecting him to push her away, she was surprised when he pulled her closer instead, his touch gentle


    yet firm. Their bodies pressed together, and the irritation within Jason began to ebb. Lifting her chin, he


    smirked, “Feeling guilty? Trying to charm your way out?”


    Estre buried her face in his neck, her voice muffled, “Jason, I’m so tired, and I just want to sleep.”


    Her


    softness melted his resolve. “Estre, this can’t happen again,” he warned. If she came home drunk


    and escorted by another man in the future, regardless of the circumstances, his response would be far


    less forgiving.


    Estre ignored his caution, slumping bonelessly against his shoulder, her soft lips grazing his cheek.


    “Jason, give me a kiss.”


    Jason grasped her wrists and gently pushed her away. “Don’t push your luck.”


    “No kiss?” Estre sat up straight. “Fine, I’ll kiss someone else.”


    As she made to get up from his embrace, Jason’s expression darkened. He pulled her back by the


    waist. Estre stumbled and fell back into Jason’s arms, her forehead crashing against his and her lips


    inadvertently pressing against his own.


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    Their warm lips touched. Jason’s scent was refreshing, while Estre reeked of alcohol. Estre


    swallowed hard, about to retreat from Jason when he leaned in, sealing their lips together. Her eyes


    fluttering shut, Estre raised her hands to wrap around his neck.


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    After a heated exchange, Estre looked up at Jason with woozy eyes and asked, “Jason, do I taste


    sweet?”


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