Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 351

“Zinnia, let me help him drink,” Jackson said, surprised to see Yannis being so docile for once. While it was good that Yannis was finally willing to drink, Jackson didn’t want to tire out Zinnia, so he decided to take over.

“It’s alright, Jackson. Let me handle this. You should rest for a while,” Zinnia said, glancing at Jackson with

concern.

Yannis tugged at Zinnia’s sleeve, whining in a clingy tone, “Zinnia, I’m so thirsty.” He hadn’t felt this parched until he took a sip of water.

Zinnia didn’t have time to talk to Jackson, focusing entirely on helping Yannis drink.

“Zinnia, you’re the best,” Yannis said with a tipsy smile.

Jackson just couldn’t bear to watch. After all these years of friendship, he’d never seen Yannis act so clingy and spoiled. He thought, ‘What the hell is going on with him?‘

Yannis’s smile quickly faded when the beeping from the kitchen signaled the sobering soup was ready.

Seeing his chance, Jackson scooted closer to the two of them and said, “Zinnia, let me take over.”

“Thanks, Jackson,” Zinnia said. She handed Jackson the cup. Then she gently settled Yannis’s head on the armrest of the sofa as a pillow, then headed to the kitchen.

“Yannis, drink,” Jackson ordered, having none of Zinnia’s patience. He hunched over, yanked Yannis upright, and shoved the cup toward his mouth.

Yannis stubbornly clamped his mouth shut and turned his head away.

“Drink,” Jackson insisted, pressing the cup to his lips.

Yannis kept his lips tightly shut. He lifted his heavy–lidded gaze to Jackson, ready to strike at any moment. Recognizing the vaguely familiar outline of Jackson’s face, Yannis paused.

Then he lazily closed his eyes again. “Stay away from me,” he muttered, his hoarse voice icy with dismissal. Ignoring Jackson, he wrenched free from his grip before collapsing back onto the sofa.

Jackson let out an exasperated laugh. He’d known Yannis for years, and it was only in the past two years that he had stopped getting roughed up on this day.

this date, Jackson always ended up taking a

thrown into military training as a kid, Yannis could beat anyone. Even when drunk, his instincts stayed razor–sharp. Anyone who

long enough that Yannis had finally stopped hitting him.

Jackson didn’t expect was this blatant double standard: the way

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submission. He couldn’t fathom where this side of Yannis

should have some first,” Zinnia said gently as she came out of the kitchen,

Zinnia. You’ve worked hard,” Jackson said as he

had somehow managed to end up face–down on the sofa again, his head buried deep

worry he might suffocate, so she bent down and gently turned

soup,” Zinnia coaxed, trying to pull his head toward her. But he was dead weight, she

After the initial shock, it finally dawned on him: Yannis

buttons and accidentally exposing half his shoulder. Her fingertip inadvertently grazed his skin, leaving a faint red

of Yannis’s exposed shoulder. He set the bowl on the table and

tightly. Just as Yannis, still groggy, started to sway toward Zinnia, Jackson swiftly grabbed him

dare lean on Zinnia! You reek of booze. What

heavy eyelids fluttered halfway open, his gaze hazy with alcohol. It took him a full second to process

at Zinnia crouched by the sofa, squinting as if trying to burn her

a bath and casually twisted her hair into a bun, with a few strands of hair sticking to

that Yannis had kept when he was a child. Only in the

her wrist, his eyes wide open. With stubborn, earnest determination, he spoke each word slowly and deliberately, “Zinnia, I’ll

Zinnia was puzzled, not quite sure

weighed on him. Every inch

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