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.

a few quick steps forward, I grabbed a handful of her hair

glare at me. His voice was cold

I was simply giving back what I had received. She made

across the face. But in one smooth motion,

through my hand, leaving my fingers trembling uncontrollably by my side. Gently, he spoke

his arm tightly with

and I, as her acquaintance, failed to protect her. It's only

my injured hand, I held it out toward them with

But you should apologize to

gaze down to my hand.

still trying to mediate. "Ms. Jones must have hurt

me as he

not

it were just the

with Jasmine in his arms, it felt like an interrogation instead. In his eyes,

eager to watch the drama unfold.

should let go. Why still

will feel sorry for her?

giving his ex-wife this much

side. I scanned the room with a sharp gaze and an icy expression. The chatter died

hat sucken fell

the hail, which had been playing comnuousy, abruptly

limped over to me. Her eyes bimmed with tears, making her seem even

don't know who

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

justices had to be taken into one's own hands. I hadn't

Watching her stumble, almost

at the comer of my lips in a