Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

Chapter 620

"This must never get out!" Ashton blurted out, his voice laced with panic. If this became public information, he would be the laughingstock of Jubilife for the rest of his life. Aware of Ashton's sensitivity to his image, Wilson's voice was lazy and nonchalant. "Well, that depends on how you behave, Ashton."

He knew that Wilson was using this to blackmail him-to keep him away from Yvette. How shameless!

Ashton was fuming. He had no choice but to reluctantly let go of Yvette's hand and glare at Wilson.

"You can have Yvie, so please keep this between us."

Wilson's handsome lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he held Yvette's hand. "Leave it to me, Ashton. I'll take care of it."

As Ashton watched Wilson's and Yvette's hands intertwine, he felt a pang of jealousy and frustration. He didn't want to stay and watch them anymore, so he turned and left.

Wilson led Yvette back to their room, his deep, magnetic voice whispering in her ear, "Baby, I've already given the order. From now on, no one will dare mess with your company's artists again."

Yvette's lips curved up into a gentle smile as she praised him. "Well done."

His strong, elegant hands, like sculpted works of art, tightened

I deserve a

exactly what that look meant, and she pushed him away. "Stop

him continue to behave like this, or he'd leave marks. If Ellen saw them, Yvette

Wilson suppressed his desire to get closer. His large hand rested lightly on her waist as he spoke in a low, husky voice, his eyes dark with intent. "Baby, you're mine, so no one else can kiss you." No one else-not even another woman-was allowed to

with amusement, and her delicate eyebrows arched up. "Your jealousy is getting

ear. He murmured, "Well, what can I

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he have to protect her from other men, but now

women.

his neck. She breathed into his ear. "I

waist grew tighter, his eyes fixed upon

that seemed to draw her into his

door broke