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Turning back, I saw Lachlan kick Jasper five meters away, then punch him in the face.
“Trying to steal my wife? Dream on!”
With that, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me home.
Behind us, Jasper wiped the blood from his mouth, laughing maniacally.
“Do you know he’s a famous playboy, spending every day in brothels, living a debauched life, with countless women around him? Do you think he truly loves you? He’s only pursuing you to get back at me.”
I stopped but didn’t turn around, laughing coldly.
“Not everyone is like you.”
“His dandy ways are superficial, but your hypocrisy is disgusting.”
He fell to the ground, as if stripped of all strength.
Back home, Lachlan, who had been silently staring at me the whole way, suddenly joked with tears in his eyes.
“Little Adeline has grown up and is now protecting her husband.””
I threw a pillow at him, annoyed.
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“You just exposed your playboy nature right after I praised you?”
He caught the pillow and casually took my hand, looking serious.
“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. But you looked really cool protecting me just now. I’m really touched.”
Blushing at his words, the air instantly turned ambiguous.
He lifted my waist, and the kiss naturally followed.
Through the shadows, Jasper watched, self–tortured, as Lachlan and I went from a light kiss to a passionate embrace, to finally shedding our clothes piece by piece.
He clenched his fists, hitting the ground hard, staining it with spots of blood.
Only when the lights went out did he leave despondently.
Arranged by the family, Jasper eventually married Phoebe.
But the marriage was far from happy.
Every day he returned home to chaos. Phoebe only knew how to indulge and have fun, never lifting a finger for housework.
Only then did he realize how tidy I had kept the house.
Without me, life was a mess.
He suddenly didn’t like going home, preferring to spend nights at the office.
But as he had just taken over the family business and wasn’t skilled at it, and with my dad upset over what happened to me, he often sabotaged Jasper’s business.
The Johnson enterprise was declining, its current glory just a fleeting moment.
Mr. Johnson demanded that Jasper bring Phoebe back to the old home to discuss strategies.
But when he returned to that despised villa, he heard sounds of passion inside.
“Aren’t you afraid Jasper will find out about your wild ways?”
“What is there to fear? He’s obsessed with that woman now and hasn’t come home for over half a month.”
Through the door, he saw Phoebe and the butler naked, entangled on their bed.
At the peak of their passion, the man gasped and asked.
“Aren’t you afraid of losing the baby?”
Phoebe wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, acting wild.
“A child with an unknown father, it’s no loss if it’s gone.”
