As Jason was getting a little too frisky, Estre’s hand flew up and delivered a stinging p to the back
of his hand. “Hormones raging, huh? Don’t even care where you are,”
Estre was about to shove Jason away when his arms, snaked around her waist, tightened, pulling
her back against him. A chuckle escaped her lips, finding the situation somewhat amusing.
Right on cue, her pot of soup was ready. Estre nced at the simmering pot, then back at Jason,
pinching his chin yfully. “Not interested in your mom’s nourishing soup, huh? Think you can handle
me when you can’t even handle a meal? Eat up, thene take care of me,” she teased. With that,
she hopped down from the kitchen counter.
Jason watched her with a longing gaze before making his way to the dining room, where Estre had
served him a heaping bowl of soup, brimming with rich ingredients.
He stared at the soup and then back at Estre. Their eyes met, and Estre pushed two bread rolls
towards him, adding with a mix of admiration and sarcasm, “Your mom really cares about you.”
Kristin must really doubt her son’s strength to load him up with so many supplements.
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After Estre handed him a soup spoon, Jason took a tentative sip of the
Noticing Jason’s grimace, Estre couldn’t help butugh. “Looks like your mom can’t win over your
stomach.”
No sooner had she gloated than Jason grabbed her chin, pulled her close, and nted a kiss on her
lips, pushing a piece of veggies into her mouth from his own.
Estre’s expression darkened, and despite her reluctance, she swallowed. Feeling queasy, she
grabbed a bread roll and took a big bite, grumbling, “Don’t get any ideas about doing this again.”
Kristin had served her soup in the evening. Estre mentioned she was afraid that if she drank it, Jason
wouldn’t be able to handle her. Kristin, concerned about her son being embarrassed, didn’t let her drink
it. In the end, Jason fed her a spoonful anyway.
Estre felt disgusted, but Jason seemed strangely satisfied, even finishing the entire bowl of soup.
When they returned to the bedroom, Jason nonchntly asked, “Were you listening when my mom
called earlier?”
“Feeling guilty?” Estre teased.
Jason spun around, pulling Estre into his embrace. “If Serene’s bothering you, I’ll have
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her reassigned.”
Tonight, Estre found medicine for him, served him hot soup, and made him toasts. Jason was deeply
moved, feeling that there was a bit of warmth in their home.
As Jason held her close, Estre rested her hands against his chest andughed dismissively. “She’s
not important enough to upset me.”
She still believed that other people were never the issue between her and Jason. Most marital
problemsy within the couple themselves.
As Estre was about to step away, Jason caught her wrists and with a swift move, pinned her to the
bed, trapping her in his arms.
Estre raised an eyebrow. “Jason, what are you-” But before she could finish her sentence, Jason
silenced her with a kiss. He didn’t give her a chance to speak or to resist, his one hand pinning hers,
the other deftly removing her clothes.
Estre panicked. As she tried to struggle, Jason held her even more tightly. Absent the tender forey
of their previous encounters, Jason undid her clothes, kissed her lips, and pushed inside her before
she was ready, even before she could protest.
Suddenly, Estre clenched her fists, veins bulging on her neck from the pain. Then, with a scowl, she
said, “Jason, you damn fool, get off me. Stop moving.”
Jason loosened his grip slightly and kissed her cheek. “It’ll stop hurting in a bit.” He had no idea how
long ‘a bit’ would be, never having experienced it himself.
Jason didn’t want to give Estre a chance to slip away as before, especially after their big fight and
her talk of divorce, which seemed to have shaken her resolve. Now that she was considering an exit
strategy, Jason was determined not to offer her one. He had never once thought of divorce after they
married.
Watching the fine sheen of sweat on Estre’s forehead and seeing her expression soften slightly,
Jason whispered, “I’m going in.”
Estre looked up, “Jason, you’re ruthless.” Caught off guard, she had fallen right into hisExclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.
trap.
After she cursed him out, Jason intertwined his fingers with hers and began to move
slowly.
“Be gentle,” Estre warned impatiently.
“I haven’t even been rough,” Jason retorted.
Estre’s brow furrowed. His breathing was stifled to near silence as beads of sweat formed on her
forehead. Jason just stayed there, motionless.
He admitted he was hesitant to exert too much force, causing Estre to let out a soft chuckle. Through
herughter, she mustered an almost reckless courage and she said,
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“Alright then, your turn! Every journey has its obstacles.”
Regardless of the pain, she steeled herself.
She had intended to confront Jason, maybe even have a fight, but he was already inside her. What
more was there to say? And it was not like she could overpower him. So she hoped to get this over
with and maybe think about having a child sooner rather thanter. Only after Estre said this did
Jason dare to exert force. After a few moments, seeing that Estre was silent, Jason no longer held
back.
Time seemed to stretch on forever, and Estre felt as if she’d been through centuries of pain, numb to
the point of exhaustion. Finally, she weakly pushed at Jason, “Aren’t you done yet?”
As he kissed her with renewed fervor, Jason dered, “We’re just getting started. Can’t disappoint you
on your first time.”
Estre wished she could p herself for ever teasing him. Now he was really taking her to task.
“Jason, I’m beat. Let’s call it a night,” Estre panted, pushing against Jason, her strength waning.
“Just hang in there a bit longer,” Jason urged. With that, he thrust into Estre with a renewed vigor, not
stopping until he had fully surrendered to the moment. Finally, he copsed onto her, his weight bearing
down as he nuzzled into her shoulder.
It hurt, tingled, and yet… despite Jason’s heavy form on top of her, she felt oddly weightless, as if her
body had turned light as a feather. In the afterglow, an indescribable sensation washed over her.
For more than two years, she had thought their rtionship would fizzle out without ever reaching this
point.
Their breathing gradually steadied, and Jason lifted himself off her. When he moved again, Estre
instinctively turned to look at him.
Jason chuckled, amused, “I’ll go easy on you since it’s your first time.” His words implied a seasoned
confidence, even when he was an virgin himself.
Estre, arm drapedzily over her eyes, retorted, “Jason, you’re so underhanded.”
Ignoring her yful jab, Jason got up and went to the bathroom to run some warm water. He returned
and gently wiped her down, bestowing the tenderness he had withheld earlier. Momentster, as Jason
settled back beside Estre, she opened her eyes and found herself gazing at him.