A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

It was a special night, not just for them.

Jessie woke up when the day broke. Her head was splitting. It didn’t feel good to have a hangover.

When she moved, she realized something was wrong. She turned back in alert and found a person lying beside her, with eyes closed and satisfaction on their face.

She scratched her head with remorse. She tried to put the pieces of her memory together, and then she cursed damn and got up. The person beside her soon called, “Jessica.”

Owen rubbed his eyes and sat up, hugging her from behind, still naked. “I will take responsibility for you…”

Jessie pulled her hands away and said, “We are all grown-ups. And I am drunk. Take it as a one night stand.”

And then she got out of the bed naturally and got a robe. She put it on and then walked to the bathroom.

When she got out of the bathroom, Owen had dressed up and put on his glasses. He was back to the gentleman he looked like usually.

Jessie had also pulled herself together, “Don’t think too much of it. We are not fit for each other.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She sat down to do her makeup. Owen looked at the woman in the mirror and said, “Do you think you still can possibly be with that guy? He dumped you for a waitress.”

Jessie changed her face, “Owen, do you believe I could sue you for rape? Taking advantage of others. You mean so little, Mr. Guy. At this point, Tristan is one hundred times better than you.”

“But he has no interest in you.”

“You shut up.” Jessie threw what she had in her hand at him.

Owen didn’t dodge, and the thing scratched along the corner of his eye. It dropped on the floor. It was a foundation brush. He frowned, “Don’t have such delusions.”

“Get out.” Jessie roared and started to throw whatever on the dresser to him.

A few things hit the target, and Owen had to turn and left.

When he got downstairs, he touched the scratch on the corner of his eye and felt resentment inside. Whatever Jessie did to him, he wouldn’t be angry with her, but he would put them on Tristan’s account.

Fox, one day, I will disclose what you truly are and show it to her. Men like you don’t deserve her love.

Kate saw Laura when she woke up. She touched her forehead to check her temperature and asked how she felt.

Kate thought she was back at the villa. She looked around. Laura said, “Mr. Fox called me and asked me to come here to take care of you. I have to call him now that your fever has gone.”

For Kate, today was worse. After a night’s sleep, her legs were still sore, and the soles had blisters. Today she was still very exhausted because of the walking and struggling in the snow the day before.

Tristan came back in the evening and saw her sitting on the couch with a newspaper in one hand and the other hand hammering her legs. He said it didn’t work that way. He sat down and pulled her leg onto his lap, rolled up the pants, and started to massage.

Kate was flattered and stiffened. He padded her calf and ordered, “Relax.”

He was good at it. He kneaded her from ankle upward, inch by inch, with appropriate strength. It was comfortable but…

Kate grabbed a cushion and held it in her arms. It gave her some feeling of safety. She didn’t know why but she felt the situation was strange. Looking at him massaging with patience and earnestness, she started to wonder how he got such expertise.

Did he practice on someone else?

Then she thought back to her talk with Jessie yesterday. Kate felt uncomfortable thinking of what Jessie had told her.

And back to days ago, when Tristan had asked her if she wanted to hang the painting, she bought in her study.

She had asked him instead what he wanted. And he said if she found it a disturbance, then just to put it away. She was puzzled and asked what disturbance. Tristan glanced at her and didn’t say anything.

She had never seen that painting ever since.