Estre bolted upright in bed, flicking on the light to find Jason, who had somehow snuck in beside her.
Her irritation red instantly, and she grabbed the pillow next to her, unleashing a barrage of whacks.
“Jason, are you out of your mind? It’s the middle of the night. Could you be any louder? And why aren’t
you sleeping? Why are you staring at me like some creep?”
It wasn’t the thunder that had jolted her awake in the night. It was Jason’s piercing gaze that had set
her heart racing. If her heart hadn’t been so sturdy, that shock might have
done her in.
Jason, bewildered by the pillow assault, protested, “What noise did I make? And why can’t I watch
you?”
He was simply curious about her. The thunder had woken him up, and he admired Estre’s ability to
sleep through the storm. She hadn’t stirred in the slightest.
Estre’s heartbeat hadn’t calmed down yet, so she kicked him twice in frustration, venting her scare.
“Are you trying to annoy me? Weren’t you supposed to be gone? Who asked you toe back?” He
definitely wasn’t in the room when she had taken a shower earlier. Jason, unfazed, tossed her foot
aside. “Who told you I left?”
Estre red at him and kicked him again before getting up to pour herself some water.
Jason felt her explosive temper with a slight smile ying on his lips. This was the Estre he
remembered from before.
Another thunderp boomed outside, and Jason nced out the window, but Estre remained
unfazed as though she was in a different world.
After finishing her water and lying back down, Jason kept his eyes on her, causing her skin to prickle.
“Are you going to sleep, or are you just going to keep staring at me?” she asked.
“It’s thundering outside,” Jason remarked.
Estre pulled the nkets tightly around her. “Are you scared?”
Jason saw her cocoon herself with the sheets, chuckled, and teased her, “Estre, what are you even
afraid of?”
He remembered watching soap operas with Kristin as a kid, where the female lead would be terrified of
the thunder, always seeking refuge in the male lead’s arms for protection. Estre, however, wasn’t
following the script. The storm raged outside, but she waspletely unaffected.
Jason had been lectured by Kristin earlier that evening and wanted to mend their
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rtionship. Even if Kristin hadn’t scolded him, he was looking for a breakthrough to resolve the
tension. But when he had returned that night, Estre’s attitude was lukewarm, and his pride was at
stake.
Estreughed at his question, and then, mimicking Serene’s voice, she teased him, “Jason, the
thunder is so scary! I’m so frightened!”
Jason’s spirits lifted, but before he could respond, Estre rxed back into herzy posture, yawned,
and said, “Jason, you watched too many TV dramas with your mom as a kid, huh?” It was just a bit of
thunder, after all.
Jason was at a loss for words. Estre’s performance had given him hope for a moment, but she was
just using it to tease him.
Their eyes met, and seeing Jason still focused on her, Estre yawned. “Let’s sleep.”
As Estre turned over, giving him her back, Jason flipped her into his arms in one swift move. Estre
tensed up, her eyes widening. “What are you trying to do?”
Before she could finish her sentence, Jason intertwined his fingers with hers and leaned in to kiss her
lips. Estre struggled, but she was no match for Jason’s strength. His hands were like boulders, his
kisses as fierce as the storm outside, leaving her breathless.
If a couple had a problem, a good night’s sleep could usually fix it. If not, then perhaps
two.
Jason kissed her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, her ears… His touch became gentler and more tender, as
if he truly loved Estre, as if she was a precious treasure he held in his hands.
Having experienced both Jason’s dominance and tenderness, Estre shivered when he kissed her
ear.
Jason whispered, “Estre, you want this too.”
Estre retorted, “Just get on with it. Stop talking.” If he hadn’t seduced her, or his hands hadn’t
roamed, would she have lost control? She could tell that Jason had been watching her all night. He
needed to let off steam, or neither of them would get any sleep.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.
After her response, Jason’s lips found hers again. As he moved down her body, Estre gripped his
shoulders tightly, and her emotions swirled. She called out his name with bated breath.
“I’m here,” Jason responded, kissing her lips before boldly moving forward.
Estre wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingernails etching deep marks on his back as he
moved with intensity.
Outside, the storm raged, and Jason was determined not to be outdone by the elements. He poured his
energy into Estre as if trying to merge her into his very bones, never to part.
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Finally, when Estrey exhausted on the bed pleading for him to stop, Jason watched her flushed
face and dazed eyes, and after onest kiss, he relented.
Exhausted, Estre closed her eyes, drifting between sleep and wakefulness, when Jason suddenly
leaned in close, stroking her hair, “Estre, get up and write something for me”
It had been over two years of marriage, and it was the first time Jason called her Estre instead of her
full name.
Strictly speaking, since that one incident, he hadn’t called her Estre at all.
She opened her eyes, furrowed her brow at him, and said, “Jason, can’t you just settle down for the
night?”
Estre had a mountain of tasks waiting for her the next day, and she had already been more than
generous with her time by keeping himpany for so long.
As Estre opened her eyes again, Jason said, “This won’t take more than a few minutes of your time.”
The thunder had ceased outside, but the rain continued to fall gently. Estre’s re at Jason,
however, was fiery enough to make up for the absence of lightning. Why on earth did the lightning
spare him?
Jason wore a dark gray satin robé, his signature gold-rimmed sses perched on his nose. Despite the
late hour, he looked as dashing and gentlemanly as ever. No wonder he had a slew of admirers
fawning over him. Estre had fallen for him once, probably enchanted by his handsome exterior.
After staring at Jason for what felt like an eternity, Estre finally asked, “What am I writing?”
“Just a little promise, like the one you made before,” Jason replied. “If we ever have kids, you won’t
bring up divorce.” Thest thing he wanted was to be seen as a walking sperm bank. It was an
absolute hit to his pride.
After Jason hadid out what he wanted her to write, Estre gave him a look that screamed, ‘Are you
insane?’ then deliberately turned her back on him, leaving him with a view of her defiant head.
Did he think she was a fool, or was he just na?vely optimistic? Was such a document something one
could casually draft? He had already disregarded her, and if she penned this promise, she would be
bending over backward for him for the rest of her life. He’d have her in his pocket,pletely at his
mercy