Estre was on the verge of losing her cool, thanks to Jason’s shameless advances. She struggled, but
couldn’t push him away. Jason’s kisses grew deeper, softer, no longer as forceful as before.
It had been years since she’d been close to a man, and Jason’s passionate yet gentle kisses were
starting to wear her down. It was nothing personal, just a simple physical reaction.
Her hands gripped his shirt tightly, no longer trying to push him away, as Jason drew her tender tongue
into his mouth.
Estre’s breath hitched. After three years, she couldn’t deny that kissing Jason still made. her knees
weak and her blood rush.
Meeting.no further resistance, Jason grew bolder, his hands slipping under her shirt, caressing her
waist.
Estre shivered, goosebumps spreading across her skin. At the same time, she snapped back to
reality, remembering she was here on serious business. She pushed him away with force, “Enough is
enough!”
Taken aback by Estre’s shove, Jason clutched his chest and staggered back, his brows knitted,
“Estre, you hit hard. Don’t you care at all?”
Estre looked at him with disgust, “Cut the act, you’re not hurt.”
But when her eyes fell on his arm, she saw the bloodstains on his shirt. Jeez, his mind was clearly
clouded with lust, even risking his life.
She could guarantee that if she hadn’t pushed him away, he would have gone through with it despite
his injuries. If anything happened to him, the me would fall on her, painting her as some kind of slut
who wouldn’t let an injured man be.
Jason, feigning pain, moved closer, resting his chin on Estre’s shoulder with a weary voice, “Babe,
I’m sorry. My bad.”
Estre scoffed, pushing him off her shoulder, “You’re the big shot here in Ravenwood, the untouchable
Jason. How could you ever be wrong? And don’t forget, we’re divorced. I’m not your babe.”
Jason, undeterred by Estre’s sarcasm, simply held her hand, “Estre, I really am sorry.”
“No,” Estre pulled her hand away, “I’m not the one for you, and stop with the sweet talk.”
Then she added, “If I remember correctly, you told me just the other night not to feel pressured, and
you would’ve done the same with anyone.”
Jason didn’t let her hand go, holding it firmly, “That has nothing to do with what happened
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the other night. Even without that, I needed to say this today.”
He then pitífully ced Estre’s hand against his cheek. Right now, he was speaking the truth.
Apologizing to Estre and showing his intentions had nothing to do with saving her; it was about the
fire from seven years ago. He didn’t know it was not her fault.
Despite the remaining mysteries, Estre’s fiery attitude had him head over heels in love.
His Estre was back.
Jason yed the sympathy card, but Estre pped his face away, “Don’t try that with me.” She
demanded the evidence he had about the fire.
“Okay, okay, I’ll give you everything,” Jason agreed.
Estre, taken aback by his cooperation, said sharply, “Get ready to send it to my email.” With that, she
grabbed her purse, too annoyed to stay a second longer, and too frustrated to even look at Jason.
What a mess these years had been.
Estre was about to leave when Jason reached out to stop her, “Babe, don’t go. We haven’t finished
talking.”
But Estre, ignoring his pleas, walked away without looking back.
Back at thew firm, everyone tiptoed around her, too afraid to ask about her sour mood, knowing full
well her temper could dismantle the ce.
During her early days at the firm, she onceid out a rowdy male client, sending him tumbling out the
door.
That evening, back at her home, Estre brooded on the couch, still upset about the morning’s events
and Jason’s years of silence about the fire.
Autumn, noticing her mood, asked with concern, “Estre, what’s up? Why the long face?” Seeing
Estre’s swollen, pale lips, she pressed, “What happened to your mouth? Why is it all swelled up?”
“Nothing, I am just a bit upset.” Estre muttered.
Onlyter back at the firm did Estre realize that Jason had kissed her for nearly an hour, even longer
than their argument.
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Autumn said. “Then I’ll make you some sweet soup.”
After saying that, Autumn set down the dinosaur tail she was holding and headed to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, little Isaac, clutching his feet, looked up at Estre, and once Autumn finished talking, he
climbed onto Estre with a beaming smile, cupping her face and cooing, “Mommy.”
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At Isaac’s sweet voice, Estre’s anger melted away, and she opened her arms to embrace him. After
teasing and kissing him, Estre had Isaac sit in herp while she scratched his short hair. Meanwhile,
Isaac held Estre’s face with his left hand and gently touched Estre’s lips with his right hand, saying
slowly “Mommy, your mouth is sick.’
“Uh-huh,” Estre agreed, running her fingers through his hair. “Mouths are meant for talking and
communicating. If they don’t, they get ‘sick.” Her words were a clear dig at Jason, although he wasn’t
there to hear them.
Listening to Estre, Isaac cupped her face with both hands and nted a smacker right on her lips.
The suddenness of Isaac’s move was just so Jason-like.
After his soft little lips had pressed against hers, Isaac tenderly rubbed her mouth and said, “Owie go
away.”
Melted by his concern, Estre’s heart turned to mush as she nuzzled his forehead, “With you here,
Mommy will never get sick or hurt.”
At Estre’s smile, Isaac too burst into a silly grin.
As they were getting all cozy in the living room, Estre’s phone rang with Drew’s number on the
disy. She answered, “Just email me the evidence.”
Jason’s voice came through the other end, “This is important. Come down to the hospital, or I can
come to you now. It’s better to discuss this in person.”