CHAPTER 84: CHAPTER 84: STIRRING AFFECTIONS

Serena Jennings was so angry she couldn’t even speak, "You..."

Jasper Hawthorne was also fuming and walked out right away.

Leaving Serena Jennings alone standing there, stomping her feet...

Laura Quincy’s mood hadn’t been affected by Jasper these past few days. After all, he was no longer related to her. If she still cared about him, that would be really stupid!

No need for that!

No matter what the future holds, just let it be!

During these few days of her period, she kept receiving text messages from The Demon King: Have you soaked your feet? Did it work?

Laura Quincy thought awkwardly: Even if it works, it wouldn’t be that fast!

She could only reply: We’ll have to wait until my next period to find out...

After a while, Jason Hawthorne finally replied: Let me know if it doesn’t work.

Laura Quincy: ...

It was truly unsettling for The Demon King to suddenly show such concern for her, as if luring her to fall for him...

On Wednesday afternoon, Laura Quincy suddenly received a call from Lemon, "Laura, prepare immediately to go with Young Master Thorne to Gaulia Vinera for a business trip tonight, to the same vineyard as before."

Laura Quincy was taken aback, "What? Didn’t we already sign the contract?"

Lemon laughed, "I don’t really know, but since it’s Young Master Thorne’s request, you should just go!"

Laura Quincy: "...Alright then."

Soon, the news that she was going to Gaulia with Young Master Thorne spread around the office, and the rumors evolved into various versions...

However, when Laura Quincy arrived at the vineyard in Vinera, Gaulia, she found that Young Master Thorne wasn’t there at all. Instead, she was greeted by The Demon King.

What on earth is going on?

"I thought you went to Fiorina on a business trip?"

"Asher had something come up, so I came instead."

"Uh..."

Is it really just that?

Why does it always happen so coincidentally?

It was already awkward enough to meet The Demon King at the vineyard, and, to make matters worse, their host had only prepared one bedroom for them.

Even when she asked for a single room, there wasn’t any available...

Jason Hawthorne teased, "Your period has ended already?"

Laura Quincy got nervous immediately, "Not yet! I need six or seven days each time."

In fact, she was usually done in about four or five days.

Jason believed her, "Since your period isn’t over, I won’t do anything to you. Why are you worried about sharing a room with me?"

Laura Quincy’s lips twitched slightly, had their relationship really progressed this far?

"I... I’m just not used to it, after all, we..."

"This is already the third time, what’s there to get used to?"

"Uh..."

His words made it sound like they were really close, but it was just lip service...

"I still want to have my own room."

"No room for negotiation!"

"Uh..."

Jason decisively rejected her suggestion and made the decision overbearingly.

With no choice but to comply, she didn’t have the power to say no in a foreign land.

Early the next morning.

Laura Quincy lazily stretched and turned her head, accidentally seeing Jason’s handsome face enlarged right in front of her, almost scaring her into screaming.

Luckily, she covered her mouth just in time.

Though it wasn’t the first time, the first and second times had been different, and back then Jason had his back to her, not facing her the moment she opened her eyes...

Besides, she still wasn’t used to having someone else in the same bed with her.

She slowly took her hand off her mouth, her wide, bright eyes watching the sleeping devil in front of her intently. He was incredibly handsome...

And with a unique aura!

No wonder people called him the national male idol...

Asleep, The Demon King had no aggression, with a few stray strands of hair casually resting on his forehead, he looked like an ordinary guy next door.

Everyone has two sides, asleep they are an angel, awake they are a devil...

Suddenly, a phrase popped into Laura Quincy’s mind, and without realizing it, her slender finger reached out to gently trace his brow, then slowly down along the chiseled lines of his face. What was he thinking about, even sleeping so seriously?

Suddenly, the sleeping Jason moved slightly.

Laura Quincy quickly retracted her finger in fright, cautiously checking if he had woken up. When she saw he hadn’t, she quietly lifted the covers and got out of bed.

Only to be caught by a pair of hands.

Laura Quincy looked at him in shock; when exactly did he wake up? Had he been pretending to sleep all along?

"When did you wake up?"

"Where are you going?"

Jason’s voice was thick with sleep, clearly just waking up.

"I’m going to the bathroom."

As she spoke, Laura Quincy watched his expression, trying to see if he knew she had touched his face...

It was absolutely a moment of lost control!

At that moment, she must have been possessed.

"I’ll go too."

Jason’s voice was hoarse as he sat up to get out of bed.

Last night, he had stayed up later than Laura, working in the next room, and today, for the first time, he had slept in so late.

And, he had a wonderfully restful night’s sleep, the best he’d ever had.

"I have a stomach ache and need to use the toilet."

Laura Quincy made an excuse; she didn’t want to go in there with him to freshen up.

How awkward would that be!

So, she decided to "sacrifice" herself...

As expected, the moment the words "big squat" were mentioned, Jason Hawthorne’s face instantly darkened.

"Ah! I can’t hold it anymore; you know how the stomach gets upset during that time of the month..."

Laura Quincy clutched her stomach with a convincing expression, quickly slipped on her slippers, and ran into the bathroom, not forgetting to lock the door behind her.

Watching her urgent actions, Jason was half-believing, half-doubting.

Suddenly, there was a "thump" from inside the bathroom.

Jason’s face was instantly filled with dark lines.

Damn little woman!

Inside the bathroom, Laura nearly laughed at her own cleverness. Who else would think of tossing a little soap into the toilet?

Hahaha...

She couldn’t help but revel in her own brightness; it was just a flash of inspiration in her mind!

After successfully grossing out The Demon King, Laura happily finished her shower, cleaned herself up, and stepped out of the room all fresh.

Every breath in the manor was filled with the fragrance of wine.

She took a deep breath and gazed into the distance, where she could see a lush expanse.

Her mood was inexplicably elated.

And she saw no sign of The Demon King.

Humming a little tune, she descended the spiral staircase, each step feeling exceptionally light.

The gardeners in the manor all greeted her with cheerful smiles, as if they all remembered her.

"What are you all doing?"

Laura, curious as a baby, asked about everything she saw.

"These are fresh grapes freshly picked from the vineyard, meant for winemaking."

"Can I take a look?"

"Of course you can."

Thrilled, Laura followed the gardener to the winemaking yard and discovered fresh grapes everywhere, unable to resist eating a few.

The taste was indeed delicious!

"Can I learn?"

Laura asked humbly.

The gardener nodded, then gently and patiently explained, "First, clip the grapes one by one, avoiding damage to the skin, and do not pluck them by hand. Any damaged grapes should be put aside..."

"Oh, like this?"

Laura emulated properly and got to work as instructed.

"After clipping the grapes, rinse them thoroughly and soak them in saline water..."

Just then, a servant rushed in, visibly relieved upon seeing Laura, and said breathlessly, "Miss Quincy, Mr. Hawthorne has been looking for you. Please go to him right away!"

Laura nodded understandingly. "Alright, I got it."

The vast dining room was elegantly and luxuriously decorated, with every detail of the table and paintings exuding opulence and grandeur!

A full table of lavish dishes quietly sat on the table.

"Where were you?"

Jason’s tone was cold, seemingly filled with displeasure.

First thing in the morning, the little woman played a trick on him, then disappeared after freshening up. How could he be in a good mood?

"I went to learn winemaking."

"Why didn’t you take your phone?"

"I forgot."

Laura answered honestly; she truly forgot when she got dressed and went downstairs.

Jason stared at her for a few seconds, his tone slightly softening, "Come here."

Uh...

What’s he up to now?

Although unwilling, Laura’s legs still moved towards him. Who wouldn’t, when The Demon King’s expression was terrifyingly dark at the moment...

If she disobeyed, would she get beaten...

"I couldn’t see you when I came down earlier..."

Jason’s expression slightly warmed; he pulled her onto his lap, glanced at her clothes, and frowned, "Aren’t you hot?"

Laura shook her head, "No! It’s really cool in the manor..."

She just wore an extra jacket; did it annoy The Demon King?

Seeing her response, Jason let it go. Just as Laura thought of getting up, he held her tightly, "Don’t move."

Laura was quite helpless, "How can I eat like this?"

Jason kept a straight face, "Don’t mess around!"

Laura with a head full of black lines, "Who’s messing around? Let me go, let me sit on the chair next to you."

Jason naturally refused, "I just want to hold my woman."

Laura was flustered by his straightforward words, muttering softly, "Who’s your woman?"

Jason pinched her chin to face him, "Still want to deny it?"

Laura was tongue-tied for a long time without a word, realizing The Demon King was subtly changing her with such gentle tactics...

She thought after that night, he wouldn’t bother with her anymore. As it turned out, this was his plan...

He’s so shrewd!

She’s no match for him at all...

This meal was torturous for Laura since a certain man kept holding her, even making her feed him. Often, her spoon would return from his mouth and directly into hers.

"I’m full."

Laura wanted to jump off him, but Jason wouldn’t allow it, holding her waist forcefully and exhaling against her neck.

Jason’s eyes sparkled with two little flames, flickering warmly.

"I’m not full."

His low, hoarse voice was seductive and alluring.

Laura felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, sensing he meant more than he said...