CHAPTER 853: CHAPTER 853: SHE BIT HIM UNTIL HE BLED

The two walked side by side toward the Maybach parked by the roadside.

Francis had been waiting outside for about half an hour, and when he heard the car door open, he thought it was a figment of his imagination.

How did they finish eating so quickly?

Soon, Francis sensed something off in the atmosphere and cautiously asked, "Mr. Sinclair, are we heading back to the Crimson Hill Villa now?"

"Yes."

On the way back to the villa, Nora Northwood kept staring out the window, completely disinterested in engaging with anyone.

Jasper Sinclair tried to initiate conversation, but no matter what he said, he received no response.

Even a chairman needs to save face... After a while, he too fell silent.

Thus, the atmosphere in the car grew even more peculiar.

Where he couldn’t see, Nora’s gaze gradually became unfocused, her thoughts starting to drift.

In fact, the business partners who voluntarily proposed terminating their contracts with VK hadn’t expressed any intention to continue collaborating with the factory at all.

It was merely a lie she spat out to test Jasper.

People often ask questions with answers already in mind, wasn’t her probing the same?

The car drove into Crimson Hill Villa, and Uncle Kevin greeted them from the car, his keen sense picking up a whiff of alcohol.

"Mr. Sinclair, should I have the kitchen prepare some sobering tea?"

"No need," Jasper said coldly.

Back in the room, Nora had completely ignored the presence of the other person.

She selected a set of silk pajamas from the wardrobe and headed straight for the bathroom.

Jasper watched her back with a silent smile.

During these months together, he had come to understand her little quirks.

Whenever she’s angry, she refuses to speak.

When Nora came out of the bathroom, she found the man still had no reaction, not even a word of explanation.

She suddenly felt a surge of anger; the fire smoldering in her chest erupted.

Nora grabbed Jasper’s shoulders without caring about appearances, burying her face into his collarbone over the thin shirt.

"Hiss—"

The dull ache radiated from Jasper’s shoulder swiftly, clearly feeling the shallow teeth marks on his skin.

Jasper bore the pain without stopping or dodging, allowing Nora to bite him as she wished, remaining motionless.

To make her position more comfortable, he even supported his body with his hands behind him.

Jasper slightly closed his eyes, thinking this was his deserved punishment.

If bodily pain could earn Nora’s forgiveness, he wouldn’t mind if she bit harder.

However, things seldom go as one wishes.

After several seconds, Nora released her grip, and at the same time, her eyes brimmed with tears.

Jasper reopened his eyes, his gaze clearer, the pain waking him considerably.

Locked in eye contact, he looked at Nora like he was seeing a child throwing a tantrum.

After a while, Nora lowered her gaze in defeat, tears slid down, "plopping" onto the man’s trousers, spreading into a thumb-sized circle.

This appearance was truly heartbreaking.

Jasper shifted his arm, the pain piercing, but he still endured, brushing away the shimmering tears from Nora’s eye corners.

He held a sense of apology, organizing his words in his heart.