Mark shook his head. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about them. He won’t do anything recklessly even if he doesn’t send her back.”
Arianne was not that worried when it came to Jackson. She was only concerned about it being dangerous, since both of them had drunk. “Okay… Uh… you used to frequent the bar, huh? The people there seem to be familiar with you…” Of course they were, that flirtatious woman was already latching herself onto him!
“Jealous?” Mark asked instead of answering.
“No! Let’s sleep,” Arianne denied with a pout.
Mark adjusted their position and took Arianne fully into his embrace. “I’m taking you for a holiday tomorrow. You can’t say no.” He had thought about it. With the breakup of Ethan and Tiffany, he could only delay things, take Arianne away, and prevent her from coming into contact with Ethan and the letter. He would take however long he had to prolong it.
Arianne did not reject him, but she made a condition as well. “Can we take Tiffany as well? She’s just broken up with Ethan, so she needs a distraction too. Besides… It’ll get awkward going alone with you. Can we?”
Mark agreed only after a moment of hesitation. “Okay…”
He was afraid of her not wanting to go. As long as she agreed to leave here with him temporarily, forget Tiffany, he would say yes even if they had to bring Rice Ball along.
Compared to their comfort, Jackson was having hell. His house was the only one lit among all the other White Water Bay villas. Tiffany had thrown up since she arrived and he could only help her up nicely, afraid that she might fall into the toilet…
After throwing up, Tiffany was disgusted with herself and insisted on showering. Jackson waited for her at the door, holding on to the robe. Whenever there was no sound coming from the bathroom, he knocked until he received her response.
Suddenly hearing the sound of teeth brushing inside, Jackson was shaken. “Don’t tell me that you’re using my toothbrush!”
Wrapped in a towel, Tiffany opened the door slightly and popped her head out. There was still white toothpaste foam in her mouth. “Your toothbrush? Isn’t this my house?”
“Never mind… Brush your teeth. I just changed the toothbrush anyway. As long as you don’t mind that I’ve used it before…”
Seeing that she was settling down on the couch, Jackson turned off the light and went to his bedroom. He did not like sleeping on the couch anyway. This was the best. Upon entering the room, he realized that the blanket was kicked off to the floor. He picked it up quietly and went to sleep. Before falling asleep soundly, Tiffany came in again. “See, I said that the blanket is with you…”
No longer able to hold himself back, Jackson pulled her to the bed. “Make a fuss one more time and I won’t be nice!”
Tiffany provoked him boldly. “Then don’t be nice… I know that you can fight, you’re very good at it. Try and lay a finger on me?”
Her incessant talking caused Jackson to lose it as he pressed forward to stop her mouth with his. He had been a little frustrated and agitated, but when his lips touched her soft ones, his lower abdomen tensed as his hand subconsciously went to her waist.
When he saw Arianne, she was usually thin and weak, but she was eye-catchingly fresh in her beauty. As for Tiffany, she was not a stunning beauty at first glance, but the more he looked at her, the prettier she appeared. She was average in figure but there was a sense of leanness when he touched her.
Perhaps realizing that she could no longer move, Tiffany began struggling. “Mm, mm… Let… let go…”
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