Mr. Hawthorne started by focusing on Jasmine’s face. She looked innocent, with cheeks that tended to blush whenever she felt shy, a sight he found quite pleasing. He wiped the towel around Jasmine’s lips, occasionally brushing her soft lips with his fingertips by accident. The touch reminded him of their first kiss, brief but satisfying.“You need to take off your clothes so I can clean your back,” Mr. Hawthorne said.Jasmine hesitated. “But... that’s...”Mr. Hawthorne looked at Jasmine firmly. “You asked me to stay. What else can we do but this? Your body needs to be cleaned.”With a pounding heart, Jasmine reached out to unbutton her shirt. Before doing so, her eyes caught Mr. Hawthorne’s sharp gaze still on her.Sensing her hesitation, Mr. Hawthorne moved to sit behind Jasmine. Torn between worry and courage, Jasmine slowly began to remove her shirt.Seeing only her shirt and pants lying on the floor, Jasmine hastily explained, “T—the doctor advised me not to wear any underwear dur
A male servant walked briskly toward the restaurant’s private room. A sinister smile crept across Mr. Hawthorne’s face as he noticed the line of bodyguards standing vigil along the corridor. “No need to go further,” Mr. Hawthorne said to the servant. The servant bowed respectfully before stepping back. Mr. Hawthorne strode forward without hesitation, heading toward a room. The bodyguard at the door moved to inspect him, but as he reached out to touch him, Mr. Hawthorne swiftly rejected the gesture. “Who gave you permission to touch me? Just open the door.” “Mr. Vanderbilt instructed us to conduct a check first.” Sensing something was amiss, the other bodyguards, who had merely been observing, began to move closer. Mr. Hawthorne grabbed the suit of the bodyguard who had tried to touch him and slammed him forcefully onto the floor. Bang! “AAAAARGH!” The bodyguard writhed on the floor, clutching his back in pain. The sudden act served as a loud warning to the other bodyguards who
Jasmine had never waited for Mr. Hawthorne with such anticipation before. Usually, she wished for a great distance between them, but now, for some reason, it was the opposite. Her heart pounded every time she thought of him.She realized what she felt wasn’t fear, because fear didn’t yearn for a meeting. Could it be that she had romantic feelings for Mr. Hawthorne? The question teased her mind, shaking the firm resolve she once had.The sound of the front door opening made Jasmine jump to her feet, hurrying toward the source. As she had expected, Mr. Hawthorne had returned, and a wave of relief washed over her.“I was waiting for you,” Jasmine said.Mr. Hawthorne looked her up and down, making sure she was unharmed. “Hmm, is there something you want to talk to me about?” he asked as he walked past her.Jasmine stammered, her reflexive words leaving her struggling to explain. She quickly followed Mr. Hawthorne, who was now climbing the stairs, and cautiously said, “Y—yes, I wanted to t
Jasmine slowly opened her eyes as the kiss ended. Their gazes locked, holding each other’s stare for a moment. Without a word, Mr. Hawthorne gently caressed Jasmine’s cheek before turning away. In the silence that followed, her heartbeat quickened. Jasmine stood frozen, unable to move from her spot. A few moments later, the sound of running water from the bathroom broke her reverie. She walked to the side of the bed, her heart pounding. “Come on, think about something else! L—like having breakfast with Mr. Hawthorne, the luxurious clothes he bought, or...!” Jasmine’s thoughts drifted back to the sweet moment of their kiss, her fingers instinctively touching her lips as she smiled... before snapping back to reality. “Wh—why does it feel like he’s the only man in the world?!” Amidst her restlessness, Jasmine’s phone vibrated. Mr. Harper’s name appeared on the screen, causing her to hesitate over whether to answer it. Regret over her recent behavior made her reach for the phone. “H
Mr. Hawthorne waited, but the words asking him to stop never came. Jasmine confused him, filling his mind with questions that had no answers. Should he stop? Or was it better to keep going, to find out where Jasmine’s boundaries truly lay? “Jasmine,” he called softly. Jasmine slowly opened her eyes, trying to gauge how far things had gone. Embarrassment washed over her as she realized her body was exposed, with Mr. Hawthorne’s robe disheveled, its belt nearly undone. “I—I... now I...” Jasmine stammered, clutching the sheets tightly. Mr. Hawthorne’s gaze swept over her body, noting the marks he had left. His hand reached out, brushing away the hair that covered her neck, revealing another red mark. “I went overboard,” he murmured quietly. “W—what do you mean?” Jasmine asked, confusion evident on her face. “How are you feeling so far?” he inquired. Jasmine looked away. “Before that, could you... pull up the blanket for me?” Without a word, Mr. Hawthorne immediately covered her w
Mr. Hawthorne’s car was nowhere in sight. Jasmine turned to seek answers from Mr. Ramirez, who was waiting for her in the car. Aware of her lateness, she immediately asked him to chase after Mr. Hawthorne. “To catch up with Mr. Hawthorne, I’d have to exceed the speed limit. Sir would not approve of that,” Mr. Ramirez said firmly. “I’m sorry, Miss Everhart. If you really want to speak with him today, I suggest you visit Kins Enterprises after your classes.” “Am I allowed to go there?” Jasmine asked hesitantly. Mr. Ramirez nodded. “Sir has never prevented you from visiting the company.” Jasmine accepted Mr. Ramirez’s suggestion, and they set off for the campus. With Sabrina absent, the campus atmosphere felt brighter. Jasmine could focus on her studies without the anxiety of intimidation, as only Sabrina dared to trouble her, the other students chose to stay indifferent. What troubled her mind was the conversation she overheard around campus. “Sabrina and her gang are still missin
Mr. Hawthorne left Jasmine to monitor the progress of a meeting, temporarily closing the debate between them. As he walked back to his office, he met Theodore, who immediately followed in his steps. “I just came from your office to check on Miss Everhart.” “Is she still here?” “Yes, Sir. Also, regarding your previous request, I am hesitant to act.” Mr. Hawthorne’s steps halted, and so did Theodore’s. “You haven’t done it yet?” “I wanted to confirm once more if you really intend to release them?” Theodore slightly bowed his head, then spoke with a serious expression. “I’m sorry, Sir. Your decision might have been influenced by Miss Everhart’s plea.” “In that case, what should I do?” This time, Theodore bowed deeply. “I will carry out your orders.” Mr. Hawthorne sighed, thinking for a moment. “Release them before sunrise, under the conditions I’ve set,” he said, then continued walking. Indeed, it wouldn’t be fair if the captives were released just like that. Before that happen
Outside the lobby doors of Kins Enterprises, Jasmine stared at Mr. Hawthorne’s secretary, who stood alone. Her presence quickly caught Theodore’s attention, prompting him to approach and escort her to Pinnacle Heights Suites as ordered.Jasmine leaned back in the passenger seat, her face showing dissatisfaction. The image of Mr. Hawthorne rushing away from her was still vividly imprinted in her mind, fueling her curiosity even more.She shifted her gaze from the window to Theodore, who was driving. “Mr. Bennett,” she called.“Yes, Miss Everhart? Is there something I can help you with?”“Mr. Hawthorne...”Jasmine was curious about why the man had left in such a hurry, what he was doing now, and who Lilly was. She wanted to know the answers but realized she had no right to ask.Jasmine sighed deeply. “Is everything alright?”“Mr. Hawthorne had urgent matters to attend to. Although the situation isn’t ideal, I’m sure everything will improve soon. There’s no need to worry.”Jasmine turned
Mr. Hawthorne calmly scrolled through Jasmine’s phone, briefly playing one video before swiping to the next. Each passing second made Jasmine increasingly anxious.Their eyes met as Mr. Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, his gaze making Jasmine feel the heat rise to her face. The intense embarrassment made her feel small in front of him.“So, you’ve been into adult video all this time?”Jasmine looked at Mr. Hawthorne with clear frustration. “I already told you, it was from Dr. Lawson as part of a therapeutic method. Dr. Lawson said that if I got accustomed to it, my trauma would fade, replaced by desire.”Mr. Hawthorne placed the phone on the nightstand and turned to Jasmine. “Am I not enough to make you desire me?”“Not at all. You’re physically perfect; no woman would be disinterested in being intimate with you. Your touch is always satisfying and thrilling. I just needed to get used to it so that my traumatic memories would completely disappear. But don’t worry, I haven’t watched it any
As Jasmine was engaged in conversation with Mr. Harper, the door suddenly swung open, revealing Mr. Hawthorne standing in the doorway, leaning casually with a stance that seemed almost challenging.“I’ll continue packing my things,” Mr. Harper said, his tone calm but nearly disingenuous.Jasmine quickly stepped toward Mr. Hawthorne and whispered, “I told you I’d be the one to talk to Mr. Harper. Why did you come anyway?”Mr. Hawthorne crossed his arms over his chest. Without lowering his voice, he replied, “I was just curious why my girlfriend was taking so long.”Mr. Harper, busy packing, paused momentarily. He forced himself to believe that what he had just heard was merely an illusion.“There’s nothing to worry about. Jasmine and I were just discussing her studies.”Mr. Hawthorne smirked. “I’m sure you were. But I think your conversation is over.”Jasmine tried to diffuse the growing tension. “Mr. Harper, thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”Mr. Harper smiled gently, thoug
Jasmine ended the call and sighed as she stared at her phone screen. “I can’t let him come here,” she muttered to herself. “Everyone’s talking about working at Kins Enterprises after graduation. If they see the owner here, it’ll cause a commotion. That would be troublesome.”She put her phone away and started down the corridor again. Just as she was nearing Mr. Harper’s office, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. When she saw who it was, she was startled—it was Sabrina.Sabrina was wearing a hoodie and a face mask, her eyebrows furrowed as if she were angry. When Jasmine tried to pull away, Sabrina tightened her grip.Sabrina glared at her, her voice full of menace. “We need to talk, Jasmine. Now.”“About what? I’m in a hurry.”“Don’t pretend you don’t know. I know you’re involved with Kinsley Hawthorne. Do you think you can use him to get ahead here?”“Let go of me!”Sabrina ignored her plea and dragged Jasmine to a secluded corner behind the campus building. There, Sabrina pulled do
Jasmine sat nervously in Dr. Lawson’s office, recounting her concerns. Dr. Lawson listened attentively, then opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a small object.“This...?” Jasmine eyed the object with hesitation.Dr. Lawson nodded confidently. “From what you’ve described, I believe you’re pregnant.”“P—pregnant? Me?”Dr. Lawson smiled. “Yes, but you should confirm it with this pregnancy test, though I’m already one hundred percent sure that my assumption is correct.”Jasmine took the test from him, looking at it with a mix of emotions. She had never expected Dr. Lawson’s conclusion to be pregnancy; she thought she was just sick.Am I really pregnant? She wondered.Amid her anxiety, a thought crossed her mind. She shifted her gaze from the small object in her hand to Dr. Lawson, then asked curiously, “Do all the doctors in this hospital keep pregnancy tests in their desk drawers?”Dr. Lawson was momentarily stunned, then grinned. “Do you really want to know the answer?”“That’s
Behind Mr. Hawthorne’s calm demeanor, there was a fire of desire struggling to be tamed. That fire consumed every bit of rationality he had. Every glance, every touch, was fuel that intensified the flames within him, forcing him to constantly battle against the burning desire.“Earlier, you walked toward me like a newly blossomed flower, tempting me to touch you,” Mr. Hawthorne said in a hoarse voice, his hand trailing down Jasmine’s back, slowly following the path of her dress’s zipper. “I’ve restrained myself throughout my recovery, and now I feel like I’ve reached the limits of my patience.”“But you just got out of the hospital not long ago. Can’t you hold off a bit longer for the sake of your recovery? W—we can do this after you’ve fully healed.”Jasmine’s eyes darted to the side, feeling the zipper of her dress slowly being pulled down. “Dr. Lawson also said you shouldn’t exert yourself too much.”Jasmine held onto Mr. Hawthorne’s arm, hoping to quell his rising desire. But her
Soft music flowed from the corner of the room, setting the mood for the indoor wedding reception. Jasmine walked gracefully, her peach-colored silk gown fluttering with every step. Guests whispered among themselves, their eyes glued to her elegant figure.Jasmine’s gaze soon met Mr. Hawthorne’s, who stood outside the room, clearly visible through the large windows. She hesitated for a moment, realizing that his gaze was just as intense as those of the other guests. Her heart pounded faster, though she tried hard to remain composed.Steeling herself, Jasmine stepped outside and approached Mr. Hawthorne.“Natalie’s still getting ready. Lilly’s very keen on staying with her, so I didn’t bring her here.”Mr. Hawthorne had already pulled out a cigarette when Jasmine started speaking. He lit it with a nonchalant air, as if Natalie’s and Milton’s wedding was not something worth his attention.“Kinsley,” Jasmine called out.After a brief moment of contemplation, Mr. Hawthorne shifted his gaze
Mr. Hawthorne lay in bed, surrounded by medical equipment monitoring his every heartbeat and breath. The gunshot wound in his chest still ached, even though he had been unconscious for weeks.A knock on the door interrupted the quiet of the late morning. Theodore entered, followed by two police officers in dark blue uniforms, their faces serious. They approached Mr. Hawthorne, looking at him with investigative eyes.“Good morning, Mr. Hawthorne,” one of the officers said. “We’re here to ask you a few brief questions about the incident at Dominic Merrick’s company.”Mr. Hawthorne took a deep breath. “Of course. What would you like to know?”“Can you describe the sequence of events at Dominic Merrick’s company, from the beginning until you were injured?”Assisted by Theodore, Mr. Hawthorne began recounting the events. The police officer listened intently, occasionally jotting something down in his small notebook.After about fifteen minutes, the officers realized that Mr. Hawthorne need
Jasmine stood in the cold, brightly lit hospital corridor, her emotions in turmoil. From a distance, she could only watch as Dr. Lawson argued with a nurse stationed at the emergency room door.“I need to be in there! I can’t just stand here.”“I’m sorry, Dr. Lawson, but you’re not in the right emotional state to be part of this operation.”The nurse arguing with Dr. Lawson suddenly reached into her uniform pocket and pulled something out. From her vantage point, Jasmine couldn’t see clearly what the nurse handed over.Dr. Lawson immediately turned around, his steps full of emotion as he approached Theodore, who was standing not far away. Dr. Lawson shoved the item roughly into Theodore’s chest. Jasmine only realized what was given when the object slipped from Dr. Lawson’s grasp—a pistol encased in clear plastic.“What’s the meaning of this, Theodore?! Kinsley brought his weapon, but why is he so badly injured? He’s never been hurt this badly before. What if he can’t be saved? You sho
The tension and worry suffocated every corner of the room. Jasmine’s heartbeat quickened as Mr. Merrick pointed a gun directly at her.“Mr. Merrick, you can’t do this to my daughter!” Thomas shouted, a mix of fear and anger boiling in his chest.Mr. Merrick sneered, his aim unwavering. “Why can’t I? This is my chance. Kinsley Hawthorne will feel my pain if your daughter disappears.” He tightened his grip on the gun and continued, “You just need to choose who I should take out first—your father or the man you love.”Jasmine shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please, don’t hurt them,” she pleaded, her voice trembling almost to the point of inaudibility.“Then walk over here. Now!” Mr. Merrick barked.Jasmine was about to follow Mr. Merrick’s order, but Mr. Hawthorne’s hand, still holding hers, seemed to refuse to let her go.“I’ll count to three. If you’re still there, I’ll shoot,” Mr. Merrick threatened.“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you,” Mr. Hawthorne said, his v