Chapter 23 The Intimate Lesson


    Chapter 23 The Intimate Lesson


    "What?"


    Elianna was stunned, unable toprehend how the gentle and well-mannered N could be


    connected to the words Jefferson used.


    Her face portrayed clear disbelief.


    Unfazed by her reaction, Jefferson raised his hand.


    With a clink, the metal lighter fell onto the table as he held his cigarette, his voice slightly muffled,


    "Light it for me."


    Elianna remained silent for a few seconds before walking over to pick up the unfamiliar golden


    lighter.


    It was a design she had never seen before, with no cover and a horizontal wheel.


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    She tried flicking it a few times, but it proved to be difficult.


    Her attention was focused on the lighter, unaware of Jefferson''s gaze as he scanned her from head


    to toe.


    "Come over, let me show you."


    Jefferson said, casually crossing his legs as he sat on a single-person sofa.


    Having already experienced more intimate moments, Elianna had no reason to hold back. She


    walked over and sat on his thigh.


    This time, Jefferson kept his word and truly began to teach her.


    He embraced her from behind, holding her hand that gripped the lighter.


    Like a patient teacher, he exined, "This is an old-fashioned arm-lift lighter. First, move this aside,


    then slide this..."


    His deep voice was right by her ear, causing a light buzzing sensation.


    The air seemed to becking as his arm blocked the space around her.


    "Give it a try," Jefferson said, handing the lighter back to her.


    After holding onto the metal casing for a while, it lost its icy chill and instead carried a warm


    sensation.


    Elianna focused all her attention on the task of lighting the me.


    She had rarely used a lighter before, and this unique design required finesse, particrly with the


    side-positioned wheel, making it even more challenging.


    After several attempts, only a few sparks emerged.


    With the growing heat between them, the tension steadily rose.


    They were just a flicker away from igniting their love me.


    As Elianna looked down, her loose hair fell, and her fair nape glistened under themplight with a


    slight sheen of perspiration.


    Suddenly, arge hand enveloped both her hand and the heated lighter.


    Elianna instinctively looked up and asked, "Aren''t we going to light it anymore?"


    "No need," Jefferson replied, pressing down on the back of her neck and guiding it downward.


    "It''s already lit."


    Startled, Elianna jerked up, as if electrically charged. "I..."


    "Turn around and lean forward," Jeffersonmanded, leisurely standing up and loosening his tie.


    His words brooked no resistance.


    Compelled by the weighty sensation, Elianna took a step back. "Jefferson, we can''t..."


    Stating the obvious proved futile.


    Between them, beyond their initial encounter, there was little she could control.


    She tried to persuade him and softened her voice, "Not today."


    "Not today?" Jefferson untied his tie, swirling it in his hand.


    The soft fabric, now in his grasp, felt constricting like chains.


    Approaching her with a smile, hemented, "Do you think a few rejections intensify the thrill of a


    ndestine affair?"


    "It seems that the Gentry family spend huge efforts to let me help you."


    Elianna was momentarily stunned.


    So, Mrs. Gentry had asked her to introduce N to Jefferson, not for marriage, but as a


    transaction?


    Given that the Gentry family had a favor to ask of Jefferson, her previous sacrifice must have been


    premeditated.


    An icy shiver ran down Elianna''s spine. How could someone like Jefferson tolerate being


    manipted?


    In the blink of an eye, Jefferson stood before her, his towering figure casting a shadow over the


    lamplight.


    Elianna felt as if she were facing Jefferson head-on for the first time.


    His height, approaching six feet, forced her to tilt her head back, her chin almost aligning with her


    neck, just so she could barely catch a glimpse of his face.


    The contours of Jefferson''s smile were delineated by shadow, leaving an enigmatic aura.


    He wrapped the dark red tie around her neck, creating a circle and sping both ends.


    "This color suits you quite well," Jefferson remarked.


    The dark red tie coiled like a striking snake around her delicate neck, a striking contrast of red and


    white, and exceptionally captivating.