CHAPTER 895: CHAPTER 895: OPEN YOUR MOUTH, CAN YOU DO IT?

Her movements were exceptionally agile; give her a pole, and she could swiftly climb up along it.

Justin Xavier’s large hand wove into her long hair, grasping the back of her head, and with furrowed brows, he captured her luscious red lips.

Leah Thorne froze, not expecting him to kiss her.

Her small hands pressed against his firm chest, trying to push him away.

Justin Xavier released her first, his nose rubbing against her charming face, "Try pushing me again!"

Leah’s fingertips curled, intimidated by his displeased demeanor.

Justin Xavier domineeringly locked her in his embrace, "The women around me have been driven away by you. Now, you tell me, should I look for another woman, or will you take their place?"

Leah didn’t expect him to be so blunt. Was he... taking advantage of the situation? She clenched her fists and hit him twice.

Justin Xavier remained motionless, letting her hit him. He curved his thin lips into a wicked smile, "Don’t act like you’re unwilling. I told you not to bring yourself in front of me, but now not only have you brought yourself over, but you’ve also willingly fallen into my arms. Leah, you know my feelings for you."

Leah fell silent.

Justin Xavier looked at her obedient demeanor, raised an eyebrow, then looked down and kissed her again.

Both were adults; ever since she made Davina Rowe disappear, the thin barrier between them was broken.

He had nothing to hide; he openly appreciated her beauty. Davina said she loved no one now, and he felt the same, but none of that mattered — he was very much after that momentary pleasure.

Her consent made him fearless.

Justin Xavier kissed her for a long time. When he finally opened his eyes, the coldness in his gaze had a layer of intoxicating warmth. His voice hoarse, he said, "Open your mouth, can you do that?"

Before Leah could react, Justin Xavier kissed her again. This time, he forcefully pried open her mouth, laying siege and conquering her defenses.

Leah’s soft body had grown stiff, her mind filled with the image of that obese landlord and Hugh Xavier’s ugly face from back then.

Bile surged up in her chest, and she felt like she might vomit.

Justin Xavier had already sensitively sensed the change in her body. He quickly released her and admonished hoarsely, "Don’t you dare throw up!"

Frightened by his tone, Leah really managed to hold it back, though her face was as pale as paper.

Justin Xavier rubbed her soft waist, then pulled her into his arms. He caught his breath, slender eyes narrowing, his thin lips brushed helplessly against her long hair, and he laughed hoarsely, "Leah, looking like that and coming out to seduce me, do you think I’m easy to fool?"

Leah’s small face was buried in his chest. She caught a whiff of his cool masculine scent, which was very pleasant and familiar, enough to rekindle all her past love and dependency on him. Leah gently closed her eyes, feeling the nausea slowly subside.

They held each other quietly for a while, neither of them willing to let go. Then, with a "ding-dong," the doorbell suddenly rang.

Someone was knocking at the door.

Who could it be?

Justin Xavier released Leah, "I’ll go open the door."

Justin Xavier walked to the door and opened it, revealing a familiar figure outside — Davina Rowe.

Davina Rowe had returned.

The slap mark on Davina’s right cheek stood out starkly. She stood at the door, looking at Justin Xavier with timid eyes.

Justin Xavier, one hand in his pocket, his dark eyes as bottomless as a thick spill of ink.

He’d already made Davina disappear, but now that she appeared before him again, it was truly amusing.

"Who is it?" At this point, Leah stepped out, slowing her steps as she saw Davina at the door.

"Justin, it’s me." An old, authoritative voice sounded, and Old Master Xavier appeared at the doorway.

Old Master Xavier had arrived!

Old Master Xavier wore a black Zhongshan suit, leaning on a cane, his muddled yet sharp eyes fixed on Justin Xavier’s handsome face, "Justin, what happened just now with Davina and Leah was just a little joke, why take it seriously?"

As he spoke, Old Master Xavier looked at Leah, "Leah, you’re in the wrong here. You’re Justin’s sister, and Davina is his girlfriend. Now, because of you, Justin has a fallout with his own girlfriend. You should reflect on this."

Old Master Xavier’s sudden arrival shattered the tranquility.

On Justin Xavier’s exquisitely handsome face, no emotions were revealed. He only glanced back at Leah, "Leah, I’m going out for a talk with Grandpa. You should rest early."

Leah nodded, "Alright."

Justin Xavier left with Old Master Xavier.

As they left, Old Master Xavier gave Leah a meaningful look.

Leah understood Old Master Xavier’s implication. From the moment she intentionally joined Justin Xavier, her battle with the Xavier family had commenced, a fight to the bitter end.

Davina stood at the door, somewhat smug, "Leah, you think you’ve won? Now that Old Master Xavier is here, he won’t let you be with President Xavier!"

-- A short daily story by Lu Liu --

The first time Jude Crawford got jealous

Jude Crawford and Isabelle Willow were walking hand in hand down the street, and soon, Jude received a call and stepped aside to take it.

When he returned, he saw a handsome mixed-race guy beside Isabelle, who was clearly there to chat her up.

Isabelle didn’t reject him but continued chatting with the handsome mixed-race guy, smiling brightly while saying who-knows-what.

Jude Crawford’s steps halted.

The handsome mixed-race guy left, and Isabelle ran up to Jude Crawford, "Jude, you’re back? Eh, what’s that in your hand?"

Jude Crawford had gone to take a call and returned with a red rose in his hand.

Isabelle took the red rose, "Is this for me?"

Jude Crawford nodded, "Yes."

Isabelle’s smile was as radiant as a flower, but she also noticed Jude Crawford pursing his thin lips, looking a bit displeased.

"Jude, what’s wrong?"

"Just now... what were you talking about with that handsome mixed-race guy?"

Isabelle’s eyes sparkled as she immediately laughed, "Are you jealous?"

"I’m not."

"Yes, you are." Isabelle turned around and started to run.

After two steps, Jude Crawford caught up from behind, encircling her soft waist with his arms and pinning her against the wall. The lighting here was dim, and he pressed her down in a domineering manner, not letting her escape, his voice low and deep as he asked her again, "I asked you, what were you saying to that guy just now?"

This domineering, assertive Jude Crawford made Isabelle feel like he was back to his past self.

Isabelle’s heart felt sweet, but she remained silent.

Jude Crawford’s chest felt constrained, breaking the vinegar jar, it was unbearable, but seeing her still so young in his arms, he couldn’t bear to act out, fearing to scare her, so he scolded with a grim face, "Isabelle Willow, if you like me, you can’t like anyone else. I don’t like you talking to other men!"