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.

cocoa... just

replied with a wistful gaze, his restraint

herself pressed against the wall, the cool tiles a stark contrast

an eyebrow, Ethan saw her willing

Ethan..." Jasmine, out of habit, reverted

waist tightened,

you call me..." Ethan's voice

if her soul was being

so,

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

Ethan, seeing Jasmine wasn't responding, nipped at

welled up in Jasmine's eyes from being

Ethan persisted in teasing

Jasmine clung to Ethan. "Chen-

"Still not right."

prevent herself from slipping away. Ethan drew her close against the cold wall, prompting her to press her tense body closer to

to call me?" Ethan's insistence on a particular

tearful, remained stubbornly

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lines on Ethan's face. "Were you a secret agent

into Ethan's

her back. "I'm sorry, please stop crying. I

Jasmine's sobs grew even more

Ethan, despite his apologetic words, never actually stopped his

Ethan motioned her to be

sound of the

furrowed in annoyance; wondering who could be

it were Liam, he was

tried to get

but he held her fast. "Jasmine... I can't

surprise from Jasmine, who reluctantly relented.

it later..." But right now, an

embarrassment, Jasmine urged

slow?" Ethan teased, prolonging

persistent ringing of the doorbell

if it

unmoved,

and the doorbell