His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 214

Jareth stepped out of the room, not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he began to wander around the Abernathy mansion.

His actions seemed casual, but he had ulterior motives.

He was hoping to see that little girl with the droopy head and sad appearance.

He never claimed to be a good person.

But the pitiful little girl could always stir his soft spot.

"Mr. Jareth? What brings you here?" Alva happened to bump into him, walking over with a surprised look on her face.

"Ah, um." Jareth's expression was a bit awkward. He stammered and gathered his courage to ask in a low voice, "Alva, where does Marilla stay?"

Alva looked at him in surprise.

Even with a brain, she couldn't associate the man in front of her with the young lady.

"What do you want to do? Mr. Jareth, Marilla is still a minor and rarely sees strangers. You must not scare her!"

Jareth raised his eyebrows, "Alva, you've watched me and Thad grow up. Don't you know what kind of person I am?"

"You are absolutely good to our young master." Alva gave a thumbs-up.

"But for women, you can only be this." Alva pointed her thumb down.

Jareth held his forehead.

After a lot of persuasion and whitewashing of his playboy image, Alva reluctantly took him to see Marilla.

"I'll wait at the door. Say what you want to say quickly. It's not good to be seen by others." Alva stood at the door, solemnly instructing him.

Jareth couldn't help but laugh, "Alva, you're not a matchmaker, and I'm not a playboy. You don't need to be so nervous."

Having said that, he strode into the room and closed the door.

Alva was stunned for a moment, and then she came back to her senses, her eyes wide with anger, "This stinky boy! How dare he mock me?"

As soon as Jareth walked into Marilla's room, he was taken aback.

Compared to his sister's extravagant princess room, Marilla's room seemed too simple. Apart from the basic decoration and furniture of the mansion, there were no decorations. It was as empty as a snow cave.

Jareth heard some movement in the bedroom, so he slowed down and tiptoed towards the room.

The door was slightly ajar, and he entered silently.

He saw Marilla's slender figure sitting at the large desk, hunched over and seemingly writing something.

Jareth's eyes deepened a bit, and he quietly walked behind her, craning his neck to peek at what she was writing.

Suddenly, his heart trembled violently, and his pupils contracted.

Marilla was seriously drawing on the paper, and the person in the picture was him!

Marilla put down her pen, her deer-like eyes bent, and she picked up the drawing to admire.

"When do you plan to give it to me?"

"Ah!" Marilla let out a scream, jumped up from the chair, and tried to cover the drawing but it was too late.

Jareth was quick and sly. He directly pulled the drawing from under her thin arm.

"Give it back to me!" Marilla's cheeks flushed. She stood on her toes and reached out to grab it.

The man's tall figure was like an insurmountable mountain for her. In her embarrassment, she directly grabbed his tie with one hand and reached around his waist with the other to snatch the drawing.

"Let go, I'm choking!"

Jareth could hardly breathe. He had no choice but to bend down, pick Marilla up by her thin waist, put her on the table, and relieve a bit of the suffocating pain.

"Give it back to me! That's my drawing!" Marilla's clear eyes were filled with stubbornness.

"The person in the drawing is me. Logically speaking, you've infringed on my portrait rights, haven't you?"

Jareth looked into her eyes, his gaze gradually warming, "As compensation, will you give this drawing to me, Marilla?"

Marilla's face turned red with shyness, she grabbed the man's tie and pulled hard.

Jareth suddenly widened his eyes, his body surging forward, pressing Marilla tightly under him.

Their lips were only a hair's breadth away from merging into one.

The lingering kisses from last night resurfaced, and he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen.

"Eh. ticklish."

Marilla quickly turned her face away, the man's breath with a hint of tobacco smell made her feel ticklish.

Her heart was pounding.

Jareth felt a bit dizzy. The girl's body was so soft, softer than his mattress.

It made him reluctant to leave.

Jareth used all his strength to suppress the wildfire in his body, straightened his waist, and stood upright.

His eyes were moist, and his breathing became heavy.