Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 212 Little Treasure Rivals Justin for Mommy's Attention

Ethan led Justin to the study room before encircling Jasmine from behind, his arms enveloping her as she arranged the flowers meticulously.

A visible tension gripped Jasmine's frame, her discomfort evident.

"Ouch," Ethan winced, grasping a rose with untrimmed thorns, drawing a droplet of blood from his finger.

Nervously, Jasmine clasped Ethan's injured finger, her gaze pleading.

"Jasmine," Ethan said softly, leaning in close enough to create an intimate atmosphere.

"Um..." Jasmine looked down, attempting to remove the thorns from the roses.

"Red roses endure wind and harshness better than white ones," Ethan explained, gently taking the rose from her. "Thorns are inherent to roses; their prickliness isn't a flaw." Meeting Ethan's gaze, Jasmine's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions.

With a sigh, Ethan leaned in, pressing his lips against hers.

He loathed those vile bullies who tormented Jasmine, leaving her in a defensive and wounded state; he understood that it took considerable patience and tender care to mend her heart.

There was no need to hurry; progress came steadily. And as for those who had inflicted harm upon Jasmine, there was no need for her to retaliate; he stood prepared to step in.

To truly defeat a man, one had to strike at his heart.

There were consequences for everyone's actions.

Jasmine, her breathing quick and face flushed, allowed Ethan to pull her into his embrace and coax her step by step toward the bathroom.

Once more, Ethan dipped his head, igniting a passionate kiss that calmed Jasmine's tumultuous world.

Surrender was inevitable for Jasmine. She was ensnared in Ethan's tender trap, unable to extricate herself.

"Jasmine..." Ethan's voice, thick with desire, sought to offer solace in simplicity.

His fingers traced down Jasmine's spine as he whispered in her ear, "Trust me completely, alright?"

To relinquish trust, dependence, and responsibility to him.

Jasmine's tense body gradually relaxed, surrendering to Ethan as he shed her clothes aside.

In a trembling voice, she murmured, "Justin..."

"My son is occupied with his studies; he won't disturb us," Ethan chuckled softly.

voice quivered, "The cocoa... just

with a wistful gaze, his

against the wall, the cool

an eyebrow, Ethan saw her willing surrender and abandoned

Mr. Ethan..." Jasmine, out of habit, reverted to calling him Mr. Ethan in

on Jasmine's waist tightened, scaring her into

call me..." Ethan's voice was

shiver down her spine, as if her

so, so

want to indulge herself like this, didn't want Ethan to see her as a loose woman... but her body wasn't under

wasn't responding, nipped

welled up in Jasmine's

right..." Ethan persisted in

to

"Still not right."

onto him tightly, she relied on his strength to prevent herself from slipping away. Ethan drew her close against the cold wall,

you to call me?" Ethan's insistence on a particular nickname for Jasmine

tearful,

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etched deep lines on Ethan's face. "Were you

breath, Jasmine leaned into Ethan's

Ethan gently patted her back. "I'm sorry, please

grew

was because Ethan, despite his apologetic words, never actually stopped his

Ethan motioned her to

the sound of the doorbell echoed

brow furrowed in annoyance; wondering who could be so ignorant

Liam, he

tried to

her fast. "Jasmine... I can't

whine was met with surprise from Jasmine, who reluctantly relented. "But someone's at the

care. Nobody will die if we answer it later..." But right now, an interruption could be

Jasmine urged him

slow?" Ethan teased, prolonging the

persistent ringing of the doorbell signaled growing impatience from

fretted; wondering what if it

however, remained unmoved,

and the