His Dangerous Love

Chapter 59 Explain This Silly Thing

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"There's no rush."

Jefferson flexed his fingers and tapped the table twice. "Let's settle scores first."

Elianna stiffened and dropped her head like a child who had done something wrong, her eyes darting back and forth.

The things Elianna owed Jefferson that came to her mind included, but were not limited to: making Jefferson lose a building, using Jefferson against Brett, and running away at the sight of Darren and leaving him to be teased.

Since she owed him much, she decided to change her attitude first.

"I was wrong."

Not daring even to look at Jefferson, she tried desperately to make her voice sound sincere.

Jefferson let out a sarcastic laugh. "Why do you keep your head down?"

"Because I'm the adulterer?"

Did she think Jefferson was an adulterer...

Elianna's scalp tingled. Instead of playing dumb, she scooted her chair over.

It wasn't until the two chairs were put together that she cautiously turned to Jefferson. "I didn't mean that."

A small smile lifted the corners of Jefferson's mouth as he suddenly raised his hand.

Elianna's heart raced, but she didn't dare move.

His fingers brushed the side of her face and slowly raked through her long black hair with a satin sheen.

His gentle caress turned into a hard grip on the back of her head.

Elianna's scalp tingled. She was forced to tilt her head back so that her whole face was in his line of sight.

A pained expression came over her tortured face, and Jefferson's lips curved up at the corners with pleasure.

Inch by inch, his gaze moved down from her brow, to her slightly parted lips and her neck.

The red marks caught his eye, and he was tempted to look into her collar.

Elianna's chest rose and fell with rapid breaths perhaps because she was nervous.

She was alluring.

Jefferson pulled her closer and whispered in her ear in a low husky voice as if he was dallying with his lover.

"Anna, I'm now giving you a chance to explain all this sh*t of yours. And I'll give you whatever you want."

It was a very tempting promise.

A promise from Jefferson.

If it had happened before she met with Brett, Elianna might have considered giving an account of herself.

But Elianna had already learned from Brett that there seemed to be something between Jefferson and Mia.

The first possibility that came to Elianna's mind was that Jefferson and Mia had been in a relationship.

Although the Gibson family had kept their mouths shut about Mia's death, there was no doubt that they had put the blame on Elianna's father.

Jefferson should be no exception.

If Jefferson really had been in a relationship with Mia and knew that Elianna was Zack's daughter, then Elianna would end up miserable.

After thinking about it, Elianna felt her heartbeat steady to its regular rhythm.

She never dared to take a gamble because she couldn't afford to lose.

Elianna blinked and said, "Jefferson, what do you want me to explain?"

Seeing that Elianna was playing dumb again, Jefferson gnashed his teeth. The little warmth he felt for her ebbed away.

"All right."

It was a short reply, but Elianna was flustered.

The next second, Jefferson let go of her.

"I don't like women who don't know their place."

"Get out."

Elianna bit her lower lip and didn't move.

Jefferson laughed, "What? You're getting bolder after sleeping with me a couple of times?"

Elianna grabbed his arm that had dropped to his side and said reassuringly in a small voice, "Don't get angry, okay?"

"Fine, but on one condition."

Jefferson's gaze shifted downward. "Take off your clothes."

Elianna froze and looked a little silly with an expression of mingled surprise and fear on her face.

After a long moment, Elianna closed her mouth and said, "Could you change it?"

This was a private room in the restaurant. It wasn't a wall that surrounded the room, but a very artistic screen.

Through the edge above the screen, she could even see the ceiling of the hallway. The light was bright, and the aroma of the food on the table served as a reminder of what this place was.

"Change it?"

Hearing her request, Jefferson snorted, "Do you have anything better than your body?"