Let Love Takes Away All This Pain

Chapter 31 I Demand You To Love Me

Alva grabbed the front of his shirt, rubbed her face against his chest, and then buried herself in his arms.

Jackson looked down at her. Under the light, her skin was porcelain-like, smooth and tender. Her face was flushed, with long curled eyelashes. She was so well-behaved, softening his heart like a puddle of mud.

But he could only smile bitterly.

She trusted him so much that he didn’t dare to do anything to

her.

She was his angel, and he couldn’t hurt his angel.

He carried Alva to the bed, covered her with a blanket, and

went to the bathroom.

Not long after, he came out with hot water and a towel, wiping her face, hands, and feet, taking care of her like a child.

Alva didn’t move at all; she was sleeping deeply.

Jackson felt helpless.

In the future, he must never let her drink with someone else.

Otherwise, she might be taken advantage of without even knowing it.

After tucking Alva in and watching her for a while, he stood

up and left.

Instead of lying on his side, Jackson took a glass of wine and stood at the railing outside, looking at the closed bedroom door, taking occasional sips.

On such a night, it was impossible not to feel moved, but he could control himself.

After an unknown amount of time, faint sounds came from the bedroom. Jackson paused and immediately opened the door and went in.

rushed in

tears wetting her face, it was heart-breaking

was murmuring, her

bringing his

my

“Please… Uriah…”

was it

Imperial Grand View.

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moment, inside a modern European-style building, warm lights were on, adding

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the dining table, hands propped up, intertwined, looking at the person

these dishes, taste

an eyebrow.

not believing her.

hair, seductive and captivating. “What’s wrong? Do you dislike the dishes

a brightly coloured piece of ribs into his

asked, “How is

looked at him

found the taste good herself, he had a picky palate, and

his mouth with a tissue and looked at her. “It’s. not bad.”

it’s good, if you were to say that after my first attempt at cooking, it would be too insincere.

sure

a flicker of darkness in the depths of his eyes.

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“Why?”

“It’s dangerous.”

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you, even if my hands get

She was willing.

dinner went well, and the atmosphere was pleasant.

bit of alcohol. She sat on his lap,

hand.