His Dangerous Love

Chapter 111 Keep Your Eyes on Me

Chapter 111 Keep Your Eyes on Me

The covers were draped around his waist, and the muscular lines of his strong waist moved with his every breath, adding a touch of desire to the dark night.

Jefferson hadn't moved, just lifting his eyelids to look at her with a slightly hoarse voice from being woken up.

"You woke me up by rubbing against me."

Elianna's voice was hoarse as she dared not reveal that she was planning to escape. She replied with a smile, "I wanted to go to the bathroom, didn't want to disturb Mr. Larsen's sleep."

"Really?"

The subtle rising tone in his voice made Elianna involuntarily swallow.

Jefferson closed his eyes and smiled. "I thought it was because I didn't serve you well, causing you to have fun with your own hands."

Her ears turned red as Elianna stammered. "Actually, I didn't really want to go to the bathroom. It's already very late and let's just sleep."

"I want to sleep too, but you don't seem like you want to."

Elianna knew she couldn't hide anything from him and decided to tell the truth.

"Asher already suspects something. If he catches me staying out overnight..."

As she spoke, Elianna realized that what she was saying didn't have much to do with Jefferson.

This man wouldn't care about worldly troubles. He practically wished for chaos in the world.

So, she changed the direction of her words. "He's already suspicious of us, and I'm worried he might really guess it's you. It's not something honorable, and if he makes a fuss about it, it would be troublesome."

While she was talking, Jefferson had been squinting at her, and a hint of a smile played on his lips. Seeing that, Elianna became flustered. Then she lowered her head.

"Finished talking?"

Elianna nodded.

"So, you're worried about me?"

Elianna nodded vigorously.

Jefferson smiled playfully and reached out to her. "Come here," he said.

Just when Elianna had managed to escape her predicament, she was pulled back.

Jefferson's hand rested on her waist, while his other hand slid into her hair. The strength of his grip left her with no option but to stay close, looking up at him.

With their chests nearly touching, an element of sensuality filled the atmosphere.

"Darling, next time you say sweet words like that, keep your eyes on me. Otherwise, it sounds insincere."

Elianna obediently nodded. "I understand."

Seeing that she didn't deny it, Jefferson's mood improved.

"Don't want to struggle a bit?"

"If Mr. Larsen wants me to struggle, I'll struggle. If not, I'll obey."

This kind of submission was what Jefferson liked.

He reached for a cigarette, tapped the pack, and a few cigarettes peeked out.

Elianna took one and graciously offered it to Jefferson, waiting for him to bite it before lighting it for him.

Smoke wafted from his parted lips, and Jefferson hold the cigarette between his fingers.

"Want to leave? You're not tied up, after all."

Elianna brightened up and leaned over to give him a loud kiss on the side of his face.

"Thank you, Mr. Larsen!"

But before she could get up, he pulled her back.

He released her only when her entire body was permeated with the smell of smoke.

"You can have Albert take you if you want."

"No need."

Elianna didn't want to trouble Albert at such a late hour. She said, "I can go back on my own."

"Do you feel embarrassed?"

"A bit."

"Alright, then I'll have Asher come to pick you up."

Jefferson took a drag of his cigarette and reached for his phone. "Your own fiancé shouldn't be a bother, right?"

Gritting her teeth, Elianna forced a smile and replied. "I think I'll trouble Albert this time."

...

When Albert arrived, it was already close to 1 AM.

Seated in the car, Elianna apologized. "I'm sorry for troubling you at this late hour."

Albert waved it off with a cheerful smile. "Late? The night is still young!"

They chatted casually along the way, and Albert's carefree demeanor amused Elianna.

He even shared funny anecdotes about Jefferson's bodyguard, Case. He told her that a few days ago, Case had gone on a blind date, but the girl had been so scared by his imposing presence that she ran away immediately.

Case had returned home in frustration, asking Jefferson how he could appear less intimidating to women.

Elianna couldn't help but ask, "What did Mr. Larsen suggest?"

"Jeff told him to bring a knitting needle and start knitting a sweater in front of the girl when she arrived." This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Elianna chuckled, finding it just like Jefferson to come up with such an absurd idea.

"Guess what happened next? That fool actually believed it! Hahaha, I nearly died of laughter."

Imagining the image of Case, knitting a sweater with his bulky physique, Elianna couldn't help but laugh.

When the car came to a stop, Elianna unbuckled her seatbelt and said, "Thank you for driving me home."

As Albert was about to respond, the passenger-side door was suddenly yanked open.

An angry voice shouted, "You son of bitch!"