CHAPTER 861: CHAPTER 861: DID YOU SLEEP WELL LAST NIGHT?

Jasper Sinclair tore open Nora Northwood’s nightgown in an extremely violent manner, unraveling the ribbon at the side.

The final barrier between them vanished.

Short, sharp sounds erupted from Nora’s throat, as she clung tightly to the man’s shoulders, her nails almost digging in.

Desire spread infinitely, filled everywhere with a romantic ambiance.

Nora’s body and reason were each being plundered.

Taking advantage of the moment, Jasper whispered by her ear, "Don’t be mad at me anymore, okay?"

"Okay... okay." She was guided to say the answer he wanted to hear.

"Nora, say you miss me."

"I miss you."

...

When the pleasure ended, it was past one in the morning.

According to their usual routine, this would have been the time for deep sleep, but now, Nora’s energy and strength were completely drained.

She was carried by Jasper into the shower and then left in the guest room.

Having had his fill, Jasper was revitalized, with the symptoms of his cold greatly alleviated.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

Nimbly, he climbed out of bed and prepared another dose of the medicine Uncle Kevin had brought.

"Nora, drink this."

Nora closed her eyes, waved her arms randomly, attempting to express her dissatisfaction at being disturbed.

Fortunately, Jasper was quick to react, preventing the liquid in the cup from spilling all over the bed.

He lifted Nora’s head with one hand, using a coaxing tone, saying, "I fear infecting you with my cold, drink it and then sleep, be good."

Nora seemed to understand the meaning behind his words. Though not opening her eyes, she parted her lips.

Jasper poured the medicine into her mouth, just a small mouthful, tasting like wheat flour.

This time, Jasper felt assured and set her back down.

In a hazy state, Nora heard a voice whispering good night.

...

Early the next morning.

Jasper woke up before Nora.

He stared at the ceiling and the somewhat unfamiliar style of the chandelier, momentarily dazed.

When he first returned to Crimson Hill Villa, he stayed in this room, but later moved back to the master bedroom and seldom visited the guest room.

Then, he recalled the pleasures of last night.

Glancing sideways, Nora showed no signs of waking, her chest gently rising and falling under the silk quilt.

The ink in Jasper’s eyes grew gradually darker.

He slowly withdrew the arm pinned under Nora, feeling a bit numb, and then checked the time.

After thinking for a few seconds, he postponed the alarm by fifteen minutes, wanting to let the person in his arms sleep a bit longer.

Thus, he enjoyed the morning quiet alone.

Jasper gazed upon Nora’s sleeping face, an ever-refreshing sight.

Her naturally curled eyelashes were like a delicately styled doll in a shop window.

Staring for a long time, Jasper impulsively leaned forward and left a gentle kiss on her eyelids.

Then, Nora moved slightly, turning over.

Jasper’s chest was immediately filled with her presence.

Soon after, Nora opened her eyes.

As their eyes met, Nora’s reaction was a beat slow.

"Nora, good morning."

Just then, the alarm went off, Jasper stretched out his arm to silence it.

Then, he pulled the sleepy person back into his arms.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Recalling last night, the soreness in Nora’s body was awakened, her cheeks lightly tinged with a shade of cherry blossom pink.