His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 209

In the dim light, their intertwined shadows flickered back and forth.

Marilla's slender frame trembled slightly within his embrace, her innocence proving irresistible to the mischievous Jareth.

Leveraging the courage from his drink, he became bolder.

Suddenly, Marilla's vision blurred as Jareth's towering figure pressed down on her.

Her petite body sank deep into the couch. She was helpless as a caged canary.

Jareth's breath hitched, yet his domineering lips never left hers, twining, tasting.

At that moment, the seductive voice of the female singer on stage echoed softly.

Marilla, dizzied by Jareth’s kiss, her eyes gleamed with unshed tears.

“Uh.” Her breath hitched as she squirmed beneath him, struggling.

A flame kindled in Jareth’s lower abdomen. His eyes darkened with desire and he was like a starving beast.

Despite being drunk, he felt a voice in his head keep reminding him: she was his best friend's sister.

Friends' wives were off-limits, and so were their sisters!

Just when he was about to lose control, he reluctantly left her soft lips, a thin string of saliva connecting them.

Marilla's gaze was unfocused. She was unable to think, let alone speak.

This kiss intoxicated her.

“I wanted to verify if your scientific theory is true,” Jareth squinted his intoxicated eyes, wiping away the saliva on her lips with his finger. “Didn’t you say women are inherently lustful?”

“You took advantage of me.”

“And you, did you confirm it? Do you think I'm made of clay or water?”

Suddenly, Marilla felt an overwhelming sleepiness envelop her.

Jareth kissed her forehead gently, whispering in her ear, “Sleep, tell me your answer tomorrow.”

The once lively Marilla was now on the verge of sleep.

She faintly heard the enchanting song lingering around her.

Bang!

Edith, fuming with anger, kicked open the door of the private room.

The sight startled the disheveled men inside, their faces turning pale, while the women screamed and hid behind their partners.

“Who the hell are you?" One of the men pointed at Edith and demanded.

Jareth had always protected his sister well, and she had spent most of her childhood abroad, so few people in Elmsworth recognized her.

Edith, already furious, stormed over to the coffee table, picked up an empty wine bottle, and smashed it on the man's head!

Crash!

The bottle shattered, the women screamed, and the men were dumbfounded!

“I'm your mother!” Edith glared at them, her eyes bloodshot, her presence menacing.

“Where did this brat come from?! Have you lost your mind?”

Two others stood up to defend their friend.

“What's all this fuss about? What are you planning to do to my baby sister?”

Jareth, cradling the sleeping Marilla, strolled in from the balcony.

Baby sister?

The two who had stood up exchanged glances and sat back down.

The one who was hit, blood trickling down his hair, laughed awkwardly, “So it's Ms. Edith, my apologies!”

“Jareth! What are you trying to do?” Seeing Jareth holding Marilla, Edith's eyes widened with anger.

“Edith, what are you trying to do?” Jareth furrowed his brows, sternly questioning her.