The Villain's Wife

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Thomas trembled with rage as he continued to listen to Ron Liang's words. The iron taste inside his mouth intensified as he balled his hands into a fist. He tried to calm his breathing, control himself. But it was futile.

In the end, Thomas decided to leave the parking lot and ride a taxi instead. He knew that if he continued to listen to Ron talk to his father and him like that, there is a possibility that he won't be able to stop himself from hurting him.

Thomas knew that Ron had a crazy influence on Isaac long before he heard this conversation. However, he never realized that the man was actually controlling his father for his own personal gains.

Thomas wiped away the tears on his cheeks as he cleared his throat. He then told the driver to bring her to where Lisa and Jennie were staying. He needed to tell Jennie about the things that he heard. He needed to warn her about that woman.

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"He is dead?" Jennie's eyes went round for a few seconds before she chuckled. "I actually expected that he was only acting. Was I too cruel?"

"Well... to be honest, I was hoping he would die." Lisa honestly said. "Was that too cruel?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"I guess there is a reason why we are meant to be," Jennie responded before she let out a sigh of relief. "At least it's over." She uttered. "I was getting tired of his delusions."

"Same," he pulled her closer towards him as he eyed the view from the terrace in their room. His hand clutched her waist. "My shirt looks good on you," he whispered against her ear.

In response, Jennie leaned her head against his chest, "I know," she beamed. "Your grandfather is dead. Aren't you sad?"

"I feel a lot of things tonight. But sad is not one of them."

"Really?" Jennie feigned her surprise. Of course, Lisa would never be sad about losing a person as treacherous as his grandfather. "This 'a lot of things' got me curious. Would you mind sharing those emotions with me?"

Jennie did not hear a response from him. Instead, she felt him inhaled her scent. His hand caressed her waist. "Isn't it too cold here?" Jennie felt his hot breath on her neck. It wasn't cold and the fact that they were currently on the thirty-fifth floor of the hotel does not really matter to her. "We should go inside." He said, his voice a little low.

In response, she nodded. A smile hung on her lips as he swept her up into his arms. She met his eyes. She could feel laughter bubbled inside her. Was it wrong to make love when his grandfather just died? Maybe? The truth is... she doesn't care.

Isaac was nothing but a stranger to Lisa and his family.

"Stop thinking about it." She heard Lisa said. In response, Jennie lifted an eyebrow at him.

"Thinking about what?" She was too engrossed in her own mind that she did not even notice the latter already laid her into the bed.

Lisa's intense gaze bore directly into her eyes. Without saying another word, he bent down to kiss her. The kiss was far from soft. It was wild, hungry.

In response, she melted into him. Her hand going up to hold the back of his neck. "You shouldn't think about other matters when you are with me," a tinge of jealousy clouded his voice before he captured his lips again. His tongue slid into hers as his hand move to one of her breast, cupping it through its thin fabric.

Without any hesitation, he pinched her hardened nipple. Her hand sunk into the darkness of his hair as she let out a moan. Jennie never bothered wearing a bra under his shirt. She knew it would be useless. She would not want him to spend some time removing it from her body.