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.

He rushed in and

eyes tightly shut, tears wetting her face,

was murmuring, her voice barely audible.

bringing his ear closer.

let my

“Please… Uriah…”

straightened his body. Uriah, was it this person who

Imperial Grand View.

famous villa

modern European-style building, warm lights were on, adding a touch of warmth to this cold

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

dishes,

an eyebrow.

not believing her.

long hair, seductive and captivating. “What’s wrong?

brightly coloured piece of ribs into his mouth,

asked, “How

at him

had a picky palate,

a tissue and looked

you to say it’s good, if you were to say that after my first attempt at cooking,

“I’ll make sure

her, a flicker of darkness in the depths of his

To

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous.”

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with a smile. “For you, even if my hands get injured, what

She was willing.

dinner went well, and

She

her hand. “Bella, you’re