Chapter 48
In Jasper’s dream, Natalie’s dark, glossy hair was loosely tied back, framing her delicate, fair face.
She gazed at him with misty, alluring eyes that held a captivating sparkle. Her lips, a striking shade of red, parted as she spoke–words about how they were incompatible, how they could never be together.
Watching her lips move as she said those infuriating things, Jasper clenched his jaw, feeling a fierce urge to silence her. His expression hardened..
Without a second thought, he pushed her against the wall and leaned in, capturing her lips in a forceful kiss.
Natalie let out a soft murmur of protest. But soon, she closed her eyes and tilted her face up. She moaned in response to his advance, her arms instinctively wrapping around his waist.
Things quickly escalated from there.
Later that night. Jasper stood in front of the sink in the washroom with a flashlight in hand. His brow was deeply furrowed, and his lips set in a rigid line. After a few moments, he finally turned on the tap with a stern face.
Today was the weekend. At the Locke residence, Gideon had business to attend to at the military base. He followed his usual routine of leaving right after breakfast, regardless of the day.
Phoebe knew there were guests coming today, so she eagerly rushed to help in the kitchen.
Natalie couldn’t be bothered to play along. She thought it was better to find a way to be self–sufficient rather than competing with the housekeeper over kitchen chores
work on an article for publication.
After breakfast, she helped clear the table before going upstairs to work
Thinking about it, she was immensely grateful that she had joined a civil service preparation class with her roommates before she transmigrated to this
book
The endless repetition and practice of various concepts and materials made it easier to write now. She just needed to stay updated on current events and social issues to write with ease.
In the kitchen downstairs, Phoebe was acting diligently.
“Evelyn, I noticed we still have some cured ham left. How about I stir–fry it with broccoli for lunch? It’s a dish from my hometown, and I make it really
well
or off.”
Evelyn had already planned the lunch menu the night before and waved her “Oh, Phoebe, you can relax. Phoebe pretended not to hear and opened the fridge, glancing at the ingredients inside. “So, what are you planning to make for lunch? I can help you with
got it covered,”
Evelyn frowned slightly, thinking that Phoebe was just bein insisting Reluctantly, Evelyn listed the dishes she had planned for lunch.
being overly eager. She had already mentioned she didn’t need any help, but Phoebe was still
Phoebe nodded and took a bulb of garlic from the basket. “I’ll peel the garlic first, then,”
Evelyn couldn’t be bothered to argue. If Phoebe wanted to do it, she could go right ahead.
Alter peeling a couple of cloves, Phoebe picked an onion from the basket, rinsed off the dirt, and set it on the cutting board to chop.
While cutting the onion with one hand, she caught a glimpse of someone’s clothing at the kitchen door. Rubbing her eyes, she called out to Evelyn,” Evelyn, why don’t you take a break? I can handle it from here.”
