CHAPTER 948: CHAPTER 948: MOVING IN TOGETHER

When she pounced over, Justin Xavier immediately spread his powerful arms and embraced her.

Today, Leah Thorne wore a retro jacquard sweater, with a red-green contrast in a Chanel-like style. Her wavy long hair was tied up high in a bun, with a few strands falling beside her ears, making her small face exceptionally soft and charming.

Holding her, Justin brushed his thin lips against her cheek. Her silky, soft skin made him particularly covetous. "Aren’t you afraid of falling, rushing like that?"

Leah pouted her red lips, "I was afraid you’d wait too long."

Justin thought her little mouth was truly sweet. Whenever she lowered her stance and spoke to him with loving, tender words, he would be utterly delighted.

Justin released her, "I brought you a gift. Take a look at what’s inside."

Only then did Leah notice a delicate gift box in his hand, a present from him to her.

Leah opened the box, and with a thud, thud, thud, large pearls dropped out, freely scattering across the carpet.

Oh my goodness.

Leah was stunned. These pearls on the carpet were as large as goose eggs, crystal-clear, illuminating the entire living room with a brilliant glow.

Just one of these pearls was worth millions, and there were so many of them here.

Leah, spoiled over the years and having been in the high-end entertainment industry, had seen a single pearl before, but never so many at once.

The world of the wealthy is truly astounding.

Leah reached out her small hand, picked up two pearls, and cradled them in her arms. She blinked at the man, "President Xavier, are all these for me?"

"Yes." Justin nodded.

"President Xavier, thank you."

Justin looked at her, his handsome brows and eyes softened, as if looking at a beloved pet.

Leah crouched down to pick up more pearls from the carpet. She had just gathered a few when she felt a kick on her backside from the man behind her.

The pearls rolled to the ground as she let out a little "oh."

Turning her head, she saw him standing behind her, tall and long-legged, looking at her with mischievous eyes, a hint of wickedness that made her blush deeply.

Leah’s face turned red; he had the audacity to kick her butt.

What kind of wicked interest is that?

The maid stole a glance over, seeing Leah squatting on the handcrafted wool carpet looking up at the man, who stood with his hands in his pockets, exuding a charismatic arrogance.

The maid blushed and quickly retreated.

Leah, having had enough of being kicked, stood up defiantly, "President Xavier, I’m not picking them up anymore. You pick them up for me."

Justin curled his thin lips, "Acting all delicate after one kick? If I do something more, wouldn’t I have to treat you like an empress?"

Leah blinked, "And would President Xavier do something else to his empress?"

"..." Justin had nothing to say. He knelt on one knee, obediently picking up all the pearls from the carpet and handing them to her.

Leah reached out to take them, but he didn’t let go.

Leah looked up at him in surprise.

Justin lowered his voice, leaning to her ear, whispered three words, "Go upstairs."

He pointed upstairs towards the bedroom with his gaze.

Leah was no child; she knew that the "go upstairs" from his lips was not meant innocently, and she instantly refused, "No."

Justin put his large hand on her slender waist, tyrannically trapping her in his embrace, then half-guided, half-pushed her upstairs. "If you prefer downstairs, that’s fine too. The maid I’ve hired knows what to see and what not to see."

Leah, "..."

...

Leah was brought into the master bedroom. She twisted and freed herself from his arm, "I’ll hide the pearls first."

Leah went to the nightstand, placed the pearls in the bottom drawer, and locked it securely.

"No need for such trouble. Tomorrow I’ll have something prepared for you—a treasure box specially for storing these gems," Justin said.

Leah’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him.

Justin casually took off his outer suit. Now in a white shirt and black trousers, he sat on the edge of the bed, unbuttoned the silver cuff on his shirt sleeve, rolled it up a few times, revealing a strong forearm, "By the way, do you like the design of this place? If anything needs renovating, or if you prefer, I have many properties you can choose from and design yourself."

Leah looked at him, "President Xavier, are you planning to... live with me?"

Justin asked back, "What else?"

Leah said no more.

Justin patted his thigh, "Come sit."

Leah hesitated for a few seconds, then stood up to sit on his lap.

"How are you sitting?" Justin frowned at her plan to sit cross-legged. "Can you straddle, Leah? I’m not your brother now; I’m your man."

"..." Leah looked at his domineering manner, then spread her legs and straddled his strong thighs, reaching out with two small hands to hug his neck, "President Xavier, I don’t want to live with you now."

Justin held her and started kissing her soft little face with thin lips, "Regarding cohabitation, I’m just informing you, not asking for your opinion."

"But, I still have to film and will be living with the crew, it’s inconvenient..."

"I’ll come to find you when you’re with the crew." Justin kissed her red lips.

Leah knew he was assertive. If he wanted cohabitation, it would definitely happen.

Then Justin grasped her small hand, guiding it into his pocket, "Reach in and see what’s inside?"

What is it?

Leah slipped her small hand into his pocket and quickly pulled out a small item.

She looked at the little item, all in English, which translated to lubricant.

Leah’s feathered lashes quivered. She understood all too well; he actually bought this.

"What is this?" Leah raised her enchanting eyes, looking innocently at him, pretending not to understand.

Justin’s gaze burned with intensity as he stared at her, then curled his lips into a smile, "You don’t understand?"

"I don’t." Leah shook her head.

"Then forget it, just set it aside for now." Justin placed the little item under his pillow.

Leah’s fingers subtly clenched, clutching his shirt collar. He was pressing her step by step, leaving no room for resistance or retreat.

"Leah, the issue with President Stone has been mostly resolved. I’ll soon manage my grandfather’s situation as well. I’ve been handling my matters, and you need to understand this—you, I definitely want you, I’m no pushover. You need to make your man happy, understand?"