His Dangerous Love

Chapter 12 Jefferson Help Me One More Time

Chapter 12 Jefferson Help Me One More Time

"Mrs. Clare, Mr. Darren is here." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"What?"

Clare was taken aback. Why would Darren come at this time?

She glanced at Elianna and said, "Take her upstairs, and don't let her make any sound."

Elianna was being dragged with her mouth covered. Just as they turned around the stairs, they heard a cheerful male voice downstairs.

"Clare."

Someone had arrived, and Elianna struggled violently, refusing to let the bodyguard take her into the guest room.

The bodyguard, afraid of causing a disturbance, could only restrain her on the ground for the time being.

Downstairs, Clare's voice was gentle. "Darren, how come you have the time to come over?"

Darren smiled. "I came to find David. Is he here?"

"Unfortunately, he's out."

"I see."

Darren casually scanned the surroundings and fixed his gaze on the women's shoes left on the stairs.

He pretended to be troubled. "I came to borrow something from him. I need it urgently."

Clare hesitated. "What do you want? I'll have someone send it to you later."

"Oh, that would be too much trouble, Clare. I'll go to his study and get it myself."

Before Clare could agree, Darren went upstairs.

"Hey, Darren."

"..."

On the second floor, Darren saw Elianna being held with her mouth covered and looked at her with surprise in his eyes.

Clare, who followed him upstairs, had an unpleasant expression on her face.

Elianna watched their lips move, but she couldn't hear what they were saying.

At that moment, she felt like a dehydrated fish, hot and thirsty.

The tingling sensation crept up her spine inch by inch, and even the seams of her bones itched along with it.

It was driving her crazy.

In a daze, Elianna felt someone picking her up and carrying her outside.

She unconsciously clung to the person's neck, and the coolness of the person's skin made her feel extremely comfortable.

Just as she was about to touch it again, her wrist was grabbed, and a teasing voice sounded.

"Oh no, stop! If I touch you, Jefferson will kill me." Darren sent Elianna back to bed with his arms crossed and muttered to himself.

"Jefferson only told me to bring you out. My mission is already complete."

Jefferson...

Hearing his name, Elianna's blood, which was already hot and feverish, seemed to be burning even more.

She missed the sweat dripping from his neck, his low panting voice, and even her sore arm caused by Jefferson.

Elianna became even more unbearable, her consciousness blurred, and she murmured, "Jefferson, help me one more time."

Darren, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks when he heard this sentence, showing a keen interest. He turned around.

Did her words mean that they had slept together?

Darren became interested and sat on the edge of the bed, picking up his phone to make a call.

"Hello, Jefferson, I've already sent her back to the Plum Compound."

"Okay."

Hearing Jefferson's indifferent response, Darren raised an eyebrow. Could it be that he guessed wrong?

He continued, "She's back, but she was drugged, and it's quite strong."

"Oh?"

Jefferson's voice sounded lazy. "Then call Asher to come and sleep with her."

Asher was Elianna's fiance, so it made sense to call him over.

Darren looked at Elianna on the bed with pity. It seemed that Jefferson didn't care about her.

"Alright, I'll go call Asher."

"No, no, no. Don't call him..."

Although Elianna's voice was weak, her refusal was clear.

Darren simply turned on the speakerphone and handed her the phone, his tone filled with a bit of excitement as if he was enjoying the show. "Then say it yourself."

Elianna's eyes couldn't focus anymore. She weakly cried out, her voice filled with a sob, "Jefferson."

"..."

Being called by her made Jefferson's scalp tingle, and his temples throbbed.

He muttered a curse, gritting his teeth. "Damn it! Don't call me like that."