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.

together on this date, Jackson always

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

finally stopped hitting him. Though even when drunk, Yannis

expect was this blatant double standard: the way Yannis became docile

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

soup is ready. You should have some first,” Zinnia said gently as she came out of the kitchen, carrying two bowls of

You’ve worked hard,” Jackson said

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

couldn’t help but worry he might suffocate, so she bent down and gently turned him onto his back to help

coaxed, trying to pull his head toward her. But he was dead weight, she couldn’t budge him

without a word. After the initial shock, it

her haste, Zinnia’s fingers tugged at Yannis’s collar, pulling open two buttons and accidentally exposing half his shoulder. Her fingertip inadvertently grazed his skin, leaving a faint red mark. Seeing this, Zinnia instantly flushed

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

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

lean on Zinnia! You reek of booze. What if you

heavy eyelids fluttered halfway open, his gaze hazy with alcohol. It

clumsily, he stared at Zinnia crouched by the sofa, squinting as

casually twisted her hair into a bun, with a

beautiful, just like the beautiful cat that Yannis had kept when he was a child. Only in

stubborn, earnest determination,

eyes off her, Zinnia was

his eyes drooping heavily. Exhaustion weighed on him. Every inch of his

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