CHAPTER 945: CHAPTER 945: GIVING YOU TO HIM

She said, "Brother, don’t have children with other women."

Justin Xavier’s tightly knitted brow slowly relaxed. He reached out, stroked her small face with his finger, and said, "That depends on how you behave."

Leah Thorne leaned in and kissed his bitten lip lightly.

Justin clasped the back of her head with his large hand and huskily said, "Open your mouth."

Whenever he kissed her, she always clenched her teeth.

Leah trembled slightly as she looked at him, then obediently parted her red lips.

Justin effortlessly lifted her and seated her on his strong waist.

Now he was on the bottom, and she was on top.

Leah’s body was still tense, and she furrowed her brows, trying to endure. Yet she couldn’t help but want to push him away, however, Justin held her firmly and grasped her small hand, guiding it all the way down...

...

Madame Goldie received the news, knowing that Justin Xavier had arrived.

Justin was at the center of media attention. His sudden appearance at the "Ephemeral Life" film set, even after clearing the site, was still witnessed by someone.

Madame Goldie was anxious and felt that Justin and Leah’s relationship was too thrilling, like a roller coaster. Now there were paparazzi waiting outside the set, and inside, there were many people with loose lips. Even if they weren’t afraid, she was worried. If something leaked, the PR team might be exhausted.

Madame Goldie quickly dealt with the two who saw Justin and then went to Leah’s room. She wanted to knock but pulled her hand back.

She was quite perceptive; knocking at this moment was indeed inappropriate.

Madame Goldie waited outside, and two hours passed. She even wondered if Justin planned to stay the night.

He can’t stay! Madame Goldie racked her brains to think of a way to get Justin out of Leah’s room.

Just then, with a "click," the door opened.

Madame Goldie quickly stood up straight, turned around, and saw Justin coming out, holding Leah horizontally in his arms.

"President Xavier, is Leah asleep?" Madame Goldie approached to look at Leah.

Leah was wrapped snugly in a black coat, looking like a small bundle in Justin’s arms. Madame Goldie saw half of her small face; her snow-white cheek nestled obediently against the man’s strong chest, her lashes drooping quietly like a dense fringe. She was already asleep.

Madame Goldie let out a sigh of relief. Only Leah could tame Justin, the wild horse, but at the same time, only Justin could handle Leah, the thorny rose.

"I’m taking Leah home," Justin said in a low voice.

"Oh, but..." Madame Goldie was startled, "Leah still has to film..."

"Give her a few days off. Do I need to teach you this too?" Justin glanced faintly at Madame Goldie and then walked away.

Madame Goldie, "..." She truly didn’t understand how Leah could date this man. Anyone in front of him seemed like his servant!

...

Leah had a good sleep; she didn’t have nightmares and slept till dawn.

As she slowly opened her eyes and woke up, she realized she was no longer on the set but at his villa, in his master bedroom, and on his large bed.

He was there too.

Leah looked up; she was nestled in his arms as he slept on his side. One strong arm wrapped around her shoulder while the other rested casually on her waist, in a thoroughly dominant posture.

Leah didn’t move. His body warmth, the strong, rhythmic beat of his heart, and the masculine scent on him made her feel secure and infatuated.

Sleeping in his arms meant no nightmares.

"Awake?" His voice sounded, lazy with the huskiness of early waking, exceptionally magnetic and pleasant.

Leah looked at him, "President Xavier, you should have been awake earlier. The sun’s already high in the sky."

Justin opened his eyes, gazing at the jade-clear face in his arms, black hair tangled softly among her mundane brows, so beautiful he couldn’t look away. "I’ve been awake for a while. I planned to get up, but every time I moved, you’d cling to me, not letting me leave."

What?

She didn’t believe it.

"President Xavier, I think you’re just too tired from last night, can’t get up today," Leah teased, hinting at how exhausting he was last night.

Justin arched his chiseled brows and cursed under his breath, "Damn it! Last night’s bit wasn’t even enough!"

"..." Leah saw his gaze becoming a little intense, with certain undertones, so she quickly avoided eye contact, not daring to provoke him further.

Justin planted a firm kiss on her forehead’s beauty spot before getting out of bed.

Leah hugged the quilt, "You’re up?"

"What else? I need to get up and work to support you," he said.

"..." She had her own hands and feet; why should he support her?

Justin went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came out, he wore a classic white shirt and black pants, exuding cool elegance and celibacy—a style that would leave women itching.

Before leaving, he approached the bed again, "I’m heading out. There’s a mountain of work waiting, and I might be back really late. Eat and sleep on your own. Don’t go out without my permission, understood?"

Leah knew he had many matters to handle, including President Stone and the company waiting for him, so she obediently nodded, "Understood."

"Give me a kiss." He suddenly requested.

Leah sat up, wrapping her small arms around his neck and planted a playful kiss on his thin lips.

Justin didn’t leave.

Leah knew he wasn’t satisfied, so she extended her small tongue to lick the corner of his lip that she bit last night.

Justin enjoyed her initiative but made no further moves. He had to restrain himself; otherwise, it would never end. The woman could be enjoyed again in the evening.

"I’m off." He patted her head with his large hand, then turned and left.

...

After Justin left, Leah got up after lying around for a while. This was his private villa with a consistently low-key luxury flair. The only person inside was an elderly maid, calm and a good cook.

Leah felt that her ankle was no longer painful. Last night, Justin applied medicine not only there but on other bruises she suffered from his earlier roughness.

By noon, Leah’s phone rang. It was a call from Old Master Xavier.

Leah pressed the answer button, and Old Master Xavier’s somber voice passed through swiftly, "Did Justin take you to his place last night? Have you two started cohabiting?"

Cohabiting...

Leah hadn’t really contemplated this, "Old Master Xavier, is this why you called?"

Old Master Xavier immediately gave a cold snort, "Justin has gone to the hospital to see President Stone. The matter with President Stone must be settled sooner or later. Leah, President Stone has already said he won’t pursue the issue with Justin breaking his things, but only if you are delivered to him."