Jason chuckled, “My wife’s been touched by someone else. What victory is there for me?”


    Estre rolled her eyes. “It was just a pat on the shoulder over my shirt, and I didn’t even get to my legs


    and feet yet.”


    “Ha!” Jason let out a coldugh and fell silent. She had already been touched; she might as well spin it


    however she wanted.


    Jason had no desire to engage, remaining mute. Estre followed suit, simply scrolling through her


    phone.


    Seeing this, Jason sneered sarcastically, “You’re still in the mood to y on your phone?”


    Estre was speechless. “All right, all right, no phone for me. Happy now?” she retorted. She hadn’t


    realized how tricky he could be, how difficult to talk to. But seeing him all puffed up and avoiding her


    gaze, Estre found it rather endearing. She reached out and touched his face yfully. “Jason, I’ve


    got to say, you’re quite adorable when you’re jealous, all puffed up like a blowfish.”


    Jason’s voice was frosty, “Mo


    your hand.”


    Estre withdrew her hand, smacking th


    Estre withdrew her hand, smacking the back of it. “That’s for not being proper, for touching others


    recklessly. You think


    as loose as you, letting themselves be


    touched indiscriminately?”


    Jason nced at her coldly but said


    thing.


    Estre scooted closer to him in the driver’s seat and probed, “Are you disgusted with me now? Won’t


    touch me anymore? If that’s the case, I’m doomed without a man, right? What about what just


    happened…”


    Interrupted by Jason’s icy re, Estre mimed zipping her lips. “I’ll shut up, shutting up


    now.”


    True to her word, Estre fell quiet, resting her chin on her hands as she watched Jason, admiring him


    as one would a work of art. It seemed she was watching the very person


    she adored.


    At first, Jason didn’t mind her gaze, but the more she stared, the more self-conscious he became.


    Finally, he diverted her face away with his hand.


    Estre protested, “If I can’t touch you or stare at you, why do I need a husband like you?”


    Jason stayed silent, refusing to give in to the urge to speak. He knew that once he did, he’d lose the


    battle.


    Soon, they pulled into the driveway of Sandalwood Oasis. Seeing that Jason had exited the car without


    paying her any mind, Estre called out, with her hands buried in her


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    jacket pockets, “Still Hot


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    As she turned toward the gate, a chilly breeze swept through. She was dressed only in a pair of


    massage parlor shorts, so she shivered uncontrobly..


    Jason nced back, saw Estre actually walking away, and with a swift stretch of his arm, he hooked


    her neck and hauled her back!


    Estre burst intoughter, bumping against him yfully. “Not angry anymore?”


    Unresponsive, Jason simply elerated his pace, dragging her back inside.


    Though Estre was wearing a jacket, her legs were bare in those shorts. At the doorstep, he couldn’t


    very well strip off his own pants to warm her. And besides, he was still upset about the massage


    incident – carrying her was out of the question.


    Estre looked up at Jason, who still wore a stern expression, and she couldn’t help but feel amused.


    NO


    Inside, Marie was taken aback by their arrival Jason’s grim face and Estre in her summery shorts.


    “Ms. Estre, what’s going on? Coming back in shorts? It’s freezing out!”


    Estre, in a teasing tone, eximed, “Caught red-handed by Mr. Jason there, and he ripped my pants


    off.”


    Marie was bbergasted.


    Jason, tired of Estre’s cavalier attitude, gave her a light smack on the back of the head and turned to


    Marie, instructing, “Brew some ginger tea.”


    Estreughed again, leaning towards Jason. “You worried about me?”


    He pushed her face away and headed upstairs.


    Marie watched in confusion as Estre smiled and said reassuringly, “No worries. He just needs some


    comforting.”


    After saying that, Estre pranced after Jason, with her hands in her pockets. For some reason, his


    displeasure thrilled her.


    Once in the bedroom, with Jason still ignoring her, Estre taunted, “Seems you really do despise me. I


    should’ve never let anyone touch me.”


    Before she could finish her thought, Jason spun around. His gazended on her intensely. Estre,


    about to throw out another snidement, was silenced by Jason’s sudden kiss – more of a seal over


    her lips, really, to stop the endless stream of provocations.


    Jason’s unexpected move made Estre smile, and she wrapped her arms around his neck in


    response.


    Her reaction stirred something in Jason. Estre suddenly looked up. “Whoa, that was


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    quick. You’re poking me.”


    Her remark, so typically brash, prompted Jason to strip off her jacket and massage parlor uniform, and


    with a swift motion, he pushed her into the shower. His actions, slightly rough, betrayed a lingering


    irritation about the massage incident.


    Facing away from Jason, Estre barely had time to react before his hands were on her shoulders,


    pinning her against the cold wall. Just as she was about to curse, Jason, shedding his own clothes,


    enclosed her in his embrace and captured her lips once more.


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    Hot water cascaded over them. The sensation was indescribable, a heady mix of Jason’smanding


    kisses and the steam filling the air.


    In that moment, Estre knew it was going to be a sleepless night, with the man behind her not so


    easily appeased.


    “Jason, my chest is getting sore.”


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    “Jason, I can’t stand steady on one leg.”


    Despite Estre’sints, Jason lifted her from the floor. Her protests vanished in the


    heat of their shower.


    The moment Jason entered her, Estre’s arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as she gasped.


    Her head tilted back. The two of them looked as if they were a living, breathing masterpiece.


    Estre had guessed right; Jason had no intention of going easy on her that evening.


    After a yful tussle in the bathroom, Jason carried Estre, wrapped in the warmth of a post-bath


    glow, back to the bedroom. As heid her down on the bed, he swiftly pulled her into his embrace, and


    his hands were exploring…


    Estre braced her hands against his chest. “Next time.”


    Jason interlocked his fingers with hers, with a challenging glint in his eyes. “Next time? Weren’t you the


    one talking about seeing a masseur or maybe some male model? Why wait for a next time?”


    Estre nned to y around while she couldn’t even satisfy him?.


    “No way!” Estre retorted, feigning innocence. She was determined to deny it now. Anyway, that deed


    was done.


    Jason wasn’t in a rush. He chuckled softly, “Denying it, huh? Maybe a little activity will jog your


    memory.”


    “Jason, are you daft? Can’t you be a little gentler?” Estre eximed, half in mock protest, half in


    genuine plea.


    Jason’s


    gaze was tender yet intense as he looked down at her. His fingers were still


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    entwined with hers. “Estre, say you want me.