Estreughed it off, saying, “Does it matter who writes the check?” What would he do with that


    information anyway? She figured he probably knew the score but yed dumb to keep things smooth.


    Estre’s nonchnt attitude had Jason staring at her for a long moment before he said. with a cold


    expression, “Estre, if you really want to live with me and have children, stop trying to please me


    superficially. Effort without heart isn’t effort at all.”


    At that, Estreughed even harder. “Someone who neveres home is teaching met how to


    manage a marriage?”


    Jason felt the sting of her words. Clearing his throat, his tone softened considerably as he said,


    “Haven’t I promised toe home once a week?”


    “Stop.” Estre cut him off. “You’ve kept that promise exactly once. Let’s just forget your ever said it.”


    And he could forget about asking her to y house again.


    “I’ll make it up to you, with interest,” Jason said, his voice husky and maic, which was particrly


    charming when he spoke to Estre.


    “Sure.” Estreughed, genuinely pleased this time. “But beware, my interest rates are steep.”


    Jason looked at her with disdain, pinching her cheek lightly, “Estre, don’t wear your schemes on your


    forehead.” Jason knew she wanted babies.


    Estre scooted closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Don’t you want to give it a try?” She was


    indeed persistent about having babies.


    Her seductive gaze met Jason’s unmoved expression. “I don’t.”


    Estre, in disbelief, retorted, “You say that, but your heart says otherwise.” and leaned in closer.


    “Estre, let’s take your temperature, and draw some blood.” Just as they were about to kiss, the door


    of the hospital room was pushed open by a nurse.


    In the hospital bed, Estre quickly scooted back and tucked her hair behind her ear, sitting up straight


    as if nothing had happened.


    chuckled to himself. Rising from his chair leisurely hands in his pockels, be looked


    down at her and said, “Not hiding, are you?”


    Estre’s fair leg kicked out from under the covers,nding a swift kick on Jason.


    At the door, the nurse’s face turned beet red.


    After the temperature was taken and blood drawn, Estre still had a fever and the inmmation hadn’t


    subsided. She needed to continue with the injections and


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    observation.


    In the afternoon, Bryce came to visit, along with a few cousins from the Nelson and Dorvold families.


    While everyone visited Estre, Jason quietly yed the host, asionally taking work calls.


    By evening, the hospital room went quiet again.


    Ready for bed after freshening up, Estre noticed Jason settling into the chair beside her. She scooted


    over and patted the empty space beside her, “I saved you a spot.”


    Jason nced her way, nonchntly saying, “I’m not gonna sleep.”


    Estre chuckled, “I won’t bite.”


    Jason replied half-jokingly, “I’m actually quite afraid you might.”


    With his sses perched on his nose, Jason looked both schrly and roguishly handsome, quite


    irresistible. But the more obvious Estre was about her intentions, the less Jason wanted to give in.


    “I’m sick. I don’t have the strength,” she teased. “I won’t be able to sleep with you just sitting there.”


    “You slept fine this morning and afternoon,” he countered.


    “Stop arguing. I won’t do anything. Juste up here,” she insisted.


    Only after Estre’s repeated assurances did Jason strip down and climb into bed.


    She promised not to mess around, so she didn’t touch him once he was in bed, but then Jason rolled


    over and pulled her into his arms from behind.


    Estre turned her head, confused. Wasn’t he the one who said not to touch?


    Before she could ask, Jason’s voice rumbled close, “You’ve lost weight being sick, even here,” as his


    hand rested on her breasts.


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    Estre didn’t move his hand away; instead, she joked with a smile, “You like them bigger? I’ll get an F


    cup. You won’t be able to hold them with one hand.”


    Jason teased back, “I don’t like fakes.”


    Nestling back into him, Estre murmured, “Well, maybe they’ll get back to size after I’m discharged.”


    In truth, Estre was already quite endowed, a full C cup.


    Pulling her closer, Jason rested his chin on her shoulder, his face against hers, “Sleep.”


    Her fingers crept backward, “It would be a waste not to do something in such a good atmosphere.”


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    Jason caught her wandering hand, “I haven’t started anything, and you’re already losing control?”


    Estre looked at him, “You’re like this, and I’m supposed to feel nothing? I’m not dysfunctional.”


    “Estre, do you believe I’d throw you out the window?”


    She eyed him suspiciously, “Jason, it feels like you’re making me restless on purpose.”


    “Sleep,” Jasonmanded, pulling her in even tighter.


    Estre protested, but within a short time, she started to snore lightly, while Jason was still awake,


    watching her. If she hadn’t been sick, he might not have been able to hold


    back.


    A weekter, once the blood tests came back normal, Estre was discharged. Jason came to pick her


    up.


    Back home, after a shower and changing into her usual pajamas, Estre felt revitalized. As she


    stepped out of the bathroom, fixing her hair, Jason mentioned, “Grandpa’s big 70th birthday bash is on


    Saturday. The invitation came yesterday.”


    “Hector’s hitting 70, huh.” Estre eximed.


    Every year, when Grandpa’s birthday rolled around, they’d all make a point to join in the festivities and


    add to the merriment.


    “Mhm!” Estre got an affirming grunt in response, and as she sauntered closer, Jason reached up to


    check her forehead. “Feeling any better?”


    Wrapping her arms around his neck, Estre’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “Are you worried about


    me?”


    Jason naturally took hold of her slender waist. “You don’t like it?”


    “I love it.” The smile on Estre’s face deepened. “A lot.”


    With that, she tiptoed and pressed her lips to Jason’s in a tender kiss.


    These days, the atmosphere between the two had been good, and Estre had been constantly


    thinking about seizing the opportunity to get things done while things were going well.


    Jason didn’t push her away. Instead, his arm around her waist tightened slightly, pulling Estre close


    until there was no space left between them.


    “Mmm…” The soft moan escaped Estre’s lips unintentionally as she bumped into Jason. It was a


    soundden with intimacy.


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