The Unbreakable Bond By Cornelia Darwin

Chapter 290

Jonas thought he couldn’t let it pass.

“It seems that you haven’t come back to your senses yet. Otherwise, how could you not see the marks on your body and the scratches on mine?” he said.

Kyle was rendered speechless.

She couldn’t help but scold him in her heart. “Jonas, you per vert. Weren’t you in a daze? Why did you see them so clearly?”

Jonas must have seen them the moment he woke up. Kyle regretted not being more cautious. There wouldn’t be as much trouble now if she had sneaked out of the room before Jonas awoke

But now Jonas not only found our they had sex the night before but also saw her naked. She felt so ashamed of herself.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Jonas, you have nothing to lose as a man. Don’t be so petty! I didn’t mean to sleep with you. Do you really want to hold me

accountable?

Kyle also felt a little wronged. She didn’t expect her to sleep with Jonas after drinking with him.

She thought. “That’s right. I’m also the victim. No matter what, I’m the one who got the short end of the stick. Why didn’t Jonas let it go?”

Jonas eyes suddenly widened in shock. He looked at Kyle as if she were a master.

“W-What did you say? Y-You took the initiative to sleep with me? Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He wondered if he heard it wrong. Otherwise, how could he hear such hold words from a woman?

“Didn’t B Never mind. We were both drunk last night and didn’t remember what we had done. I drank with you all night and racked my brains for compliments for you when you were sad. Why don’t you let it go?” Kyle saidd

She tried very hard to think about Jonas’ strengths the night before. She didn’t even try that hard to gratify her brother. She assumed Jonas should be content.

Kyle looked at Jonas expectantly, for fear that he would say no.

However, Jonas darkened his face completely, his eyes full of rage.

He roared. “Kyle, what sort of a nun do you take me for? How can we let it go so easily? How can you pretend nothing happened?

or a sc umbag?

He wondered what sort of a man Kyle took him for, an escort or a se

They had sex. How could they pretend nothing happened?

Was Kyle stu pid or didn’t she care about it all!

Was Kyle used to sleep with other men? Did she say the same words to them as well

Thinking of this, Jonas was even more enraged. He wanted to grab Kyle and sp ank her butt!

Kyle was frightened by Jonas sudden change of expression.

Jonas had never yelled at her before, no matter how much she battled with him. But now he yelled at her.

Kyle was also enraged. “What the hell do you want? If you’re still angry, let’s have sex again. You can take the lead this time!” she yelled back at Jonas,

When Kyle said such words in a fit of anger, she was also stunned.

“The shock in Jonas’ eyes was gradually replaced by coldness. He stared at Kyle for a long time until Kyle looked away with guilty. Kyle’s heart was in her mouth.

“Since you want to have sex with me again, I can grant your wish!” he said coldly,

After saying that, he pulled Kyle into his arms and pressed her against the bed

If Kyle knew what Junas would do next, she wouldrit lave said those stupil words.

In the morning, Rosalind smelled strange when she woke up. She got out of bed, freshened herself up, and then walked out ofher rooms

“Lana, what did you cook for breakfast today?”

Rosalind hadn’t returned to Deep Mountain Villa recently. She missed the delicious food that Lana had cooked. Her mouth would water just thinking about it.

But the smell today seemed a little different than before.

12:15

“I didn’t cook today!” Lana laughed, quietly pointing to the kitchen.

Rosalind was confused. She looked in the direction of the kitchen and was stunned.

Leonardo was busy in the kitchen, wearing a flowery apron.

Hearing Rosalind’s voice, Leonardo turned his head and smiled at her. His white teeth shone in the morning sunshine.

“You’re up. The breakfast will be ready soon,” he said.

Then he tiptoed to the table with a pot in his hand.

Rosalind walked slowly to the table and saw the food on it. She widened her eyes in disbelief.

“Did you cook all of them?” she asked in surprise.

Although the meal was simple, it still surprised Rosalind,

She remembered that Leonardo, like her, did not know how to cook.

“Well, it seems to be burnt. Give it a try! If you don’t like them, let’s go out for breakfast.”

Leonardo ladled chicken noodle soup into a bowl for Rosalind, blew on it, and then nervously placed it in front of her.

It was his first time cooking, and he made two fried eggs and a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

Although it looked simple, this was Leonardo’s third pot of chicken noodle soup this morning. He burnt the first two pots.

Even the fried eggs had a burnt smell, but they were the best he had ever fried.

When Rosalind’s eyes fell on Leonardo’s hand, she saw an eye-catching blister.

“What’s wrong with your hand?” she asked.

Instead of hiding it, Leonardo reached out his hand and showed it to Rosalind with an aggrieved face.

“I burnt my hand when I made fried eggs. It’s blistered and hurts,” he answered.

Rosalind was rendered speechless. It felt out of place when an aggrieved look appeared on Leonardo’s handsome face.

According to the classic plots of TV dramas, Leonardo should hide his blister from her, let her discover it by accident, and then she would feel sorry for him.

Why did Leonardo play by no rule book!

He was playing the victim, which went against his ‘CEO’ public persona.

Although Rosalind knew that Leonardo did it on purpose, her heart still ached for him.

“Is it worth it to get up early and injure yourself to make breakfast?” she asked.

Obviously, Lana would make a more delicious and heavier breakfast.

Leonardo not only burned his hand, but he also only made a bowl of chicken noodle soup and two fried eggs. She had not idea what they tasted like.

Rosalind was more concerned about her stomach than Leonardo’s blister.

Although she thought so, she still took out the ointment for burns from the medical kit and applied it to Leonardo’s hand carefully and gently. She didn’t want his beautiful hand to leave a burn scar.

“It’s worth doing anything for you, Leonardo replied.

Looking at Rosalind gently applying the ointment to his hand, Leonardo felt that it was worthwhile to spend several hours making breakfast and even get a burn blister.