Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0251T

Nox, let Ms. Jones go. She didn't mean to push me. I'm fine," said Jasmine, playing the understanding woman.

couldn't help but feel disdain. I had once played the same role for Nicholas, bending over backward to please him in front of Claudia.

I knew all too well the game Jasmine was playing now. I didn't want to be their prop for showing off their affection. So, I kept my head down and waket past mm.

His grip on my wrist tightened as I brushed by, holding me in place. For a inciment, the air between us felt thick and heavy with something unspoken.

In the next second, a burning heat spread from my wrist and climbed up my am. No matter how I tried to pull away his hold only grew stronger.

The heat between us made both of our breaths quicken. His breath was hot against my ear, and the temperature around us seemed to rise.

When I looked up and glared at him, I was caught off guard by the raw, unfiltered emotion in his eyes. It was the dangerous look of a predator before a hunt

Without warning, he yanked me into his arms and said in a hoarse and commanding voice, "You're not leaving won't let you leave!"

His gaze bore into me. He was so close that I could see my pale face and panicked eyes reflected in his dark pupils.

"Nick, this isn't the place to talk. Anyone could walk in now. Let her go and, carry me instead, or people will start gossiping," said Jasmine.

Her voice trembled as she hopped over on one leg, forgetting her injury in her panic. She grabbed Nicholas hand that was wrapped around my wrist and scraped her nails against the back of my hand, which seriously hurt. After a moment's pause, he gradually regained his senses. He slowly released me and said in a hoarse voice. Since you're not holding her accountable, we'll let it go this time."

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With that, he scooped Jasmine up in his arms in front of me, kicked open the restroom door, and strode out.

I looked down at my wrist, which was now marked with deep red imprints from his grip, and at the back of my hand, which had a scratch where her nails had dug in.

I wiped the blood off with my other hand. It was a sticky mess, and my fingers trembled from the pain.

When I looked up, I saw Jasmine resting her head on Nicholas' shoulder, her long curls swaying in the air. I had to admit that the scene looked quite picturesque.

grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked hard, enough to

voice was cold when he asked,

was doing. I was simply giving back what I

hand, aiming to slap her across the face. But in one smooth motion, he shifted, and my palm landed squarely

sent shockwaves through my hand, leaving my fingers trembling uncontrollably by my side. Gently, he spoke to Jasmine. "Jasmine,

to his arm tightly with no

the party earlier, and I, as her acquaintance, failed to protect her. It's only natural that she'd be angry." huthadas Noholes expression slowly hardened. He was determined to dess Jasmine in front of me wasn't he? How could he ever be

straightened my posture and became serious as well. Raising my injured hand, I held it out toward them with the back of my hand

should apologize to

as he shifted his gaze down to my hand. The next second, his face darkened.

Jasmine. She sighed softly, still trying to mediate. "Ms. Jones must have hurt her hand earlier. She must feel very upset. Nick, don't make

as he repeated his question.

not know how

just the two of

in his arms, it

around, eager to watch the drama unfold. They started speaking

up, she should let

Does she think Mr. Hawk will feel sorry for her? Ms. Cooper

so considerate for giving his

let out a cold laugh while clenching my fist tightly by my side. I scanned the room with a sharp gaze and an icy expression. The chatter died

who hat sucken fell

in the hail, which had been playing comnuousy, abruptly sumer. Me amaspere suddenly became

me. Her eyes bimmed with tears, making her seem even more delicate and

please don't be angry. They don't

could finish speaking, I kicked her hard. Just like that her good Tet was hurt

to be taken into one's own hands. I hadn't expected that one day, I'd come to

Watching her stumble, almost

tug at the