His Dangerous Love

Chapter 13 Money Makes the Mare Go

Chapter 13 Money Makes the Mare Go

Elianna felt a mix of discomfort and grievance after being scolded by Jefferson, and she sobbed softly.

Her crying voice traveled through the airwaves and seeped into Jefferson's mind.

Jefferson clenched his teeth, "Damn it! Just wait and see."

"Darren!"

Darren, who was spectating, held back his laughter and responded, "Hey, hey, Jeff, I'm here."

"Bring her out for me."

Darren pretended to be hesitant, "Huh?"

"Jeff, you know the situation at the Larsen's mansion. There are so many eyes watching. It would be difficult to sneak a person out."

"Hmph."

Jefferson's laughter turned cold, "Trying to take advantage of the situation?"

"I wouldn't dare. I wouldn't dare."

Darren sighed dramatically, "It's just that I've offended Clare today. I don't know what will happen if I break ties with her."

"The building in Proburg will be yours."

Darren instantly burst into a smile, "Alright, I'll help you get her out."

The saying "money makes the mare go" may not apply to others, but it is absolute applicable to Darren.

Half an hour later, an unsuspecting sack was secretly sent out of the Larsen's mansion.

As soon as Darren placed Elianna in the back seat of the car, without even saying a word, the Bugatti sped away.

Darren wasn't annoyed either. He waved at the back of the car with a smile before returning.

Inside the car, the sack was loosely tied, and Jefferson tore it open.

Elianna was already feeling hot, and being stifled inside made her sweaty all over.

Her black hair stuck to the side of her face, her eyes were unfocused, and her cheeks were flushed. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

As soon as she saw Jefferson, Elianna unconsciously hugged him, pressing her warm body against his.

In their previous encounters, Elianna had either been nervous and shy or awkward and uncooperative. It was the first time she showed such enthusiasm.

Jefferson lifted her onto his lap, took off his coat, and draped it over her back to block the prying eyes in the front row.

"If you keep staring, be careful with your eyeballs."

Jefferson raised his eyes.

Albert, who was driving, quickly averted his gaze and chuckled, "I'm driving. I'm driving."

Elianna had endured enough until now. She made a few humming sounds and kissed him indiscriminately.

Jefferson glanced down at her as she rubbed against him like a cat and playfully slapped her on the buttocks.

"Don't be naughty. We'll be there soon."

Elianna's ears were buzzing, and she couldn't hear what Jefferson was saying. In her line of sight, there were only his alluring thin lips.

In the midst of the fiery inferno surrounding her, only that spot was cool.

Ignoring the thorns around her, trembling, she pressed closer.

Jefferson's eyes darkened as he grasped the back of her neck and kissed her deeply.

After she went limp in his arms, he bit her ear and spoke fiercely, "If I don't make you behave today, my surname is not Larsen."

...

The following memories were not clear. Elianna felt like she had boarded a ship that would never reach the shore.

In the surging waves, she floated and sank.

In the end, she couldn't even distinguish whether she or Jefferson took the medicine.

Jefferson's fierce strength made her legs weak, and he, like a starving wolf, showed no signs of exhaustion.

And she was like his prey, forced to endure his bites and plundering.

After several hours had passed, when Elianna woke up, the room was pitch black, and there seemed to be a figure near the window.

"Jefferson?"

Elianna's voice was hoarse and could only produce two syllables.

"Ms. Gentry, you're awake?"

The lights were turned on, and as Elianna squinted her eyes to adjust to the brightness, she saw a stranger.

He was wearing torn jeans with red hair and a scar between his eyebrows. No matter how you looked at him, he didn't seem like a good person.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Albert. Jeff asked me to stay here and wait for you to wake up."

Albert was also examining her, "Can you move?