The Billionaire's Pet Bride Novel - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Asking For It

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After so many exchanges, Maisy still couldn’t comprehend the correct

breathing technique while making out. It was until she was almost out of

breath that he used all of his might to break away from her sweet, juicy lips.

He rubbed his thumb across her plump upper lip. Her lips had gone red and

swollen from the intense kissing, and he continued to brush his finger against

the arch of her Cupid’s bow, tracing its outline.

“If Im not Wrong, he’s an addict in gambling, correct” Jay chuckled. “I got rid

of a big mess for you. How would you like to thank me?

She didn’t speak a word, and her head lifted to a tilt to meet his gaze. Her face

was still flushed bright red, her breath ragged as she hadn’t recovered from her

lack of oxygen, her eyes watery. “Thank you, then.”

The cold and aloof tone in her voice prompted his brows to knit together. It

wasn’t a reaction he had expected from her. She was now indifferent, her eyes

rid of the misty tears that had blurred her vision before her breathing returned

normal. There was no more attachment or tenderness he could read from her

face. He didn’t know what he felt exactly, but he couldn’t swallow past the big

lump stuck in his throat. He questioned her, “Is this how you should treat your

ugar daddy?”

Maisy bit her lower lip. Only then did she register there was evidence left from

their fierce kiss. The barely visible cuts didn’t hurt at all until she touched

them, and the pain was stinging, burning through her flesh.

“Answer me. Did you not hear what I just said?” Jay became impatient.

Discontent, he gripped her chin hard and forced her face up to his. The distant

look in her eyes was now in full view.

He was lost. Why the sudden change in her attitude? She wasn’t the most

affectionate even before, but now, she exhibited annoyance and hatred visible

in her eyes.

And while he wasn’t the only one puzzled, Maisy gave him the silent treatment

like an ostrich would bury its head in the sand. What was the point of

questioning her? She got pregnant, so there was no point playing lovey-dovey

anymore. Her only responsibility remaining was to bear and give birth to his

child. So why was he still unpleased?

I hear you. It’s just that I don’t get where you’re coming from,” Maisy uttered

lowly. Void of her usual gentle self, she had a demure, peaceful look. She had

even put up a veiled barrier between her and the outside world, making her

emotions indecipherable for him. “How should I treat you, then? Tell me, Jay.”

She couldn’t understand. What did Jay expect from her? Fires of passion

burning, her running into his arms in excitement and adoration? Wasn’t it all

for the contract? For the baby? Since she had already confirmed her pregnancy,

what else did he need from her?

“I-” Jay couldn’t form a proper sentence. Her words made him realize how

irrational he was. Neither could he justify his lost temper nor defend himself,

so where the hell did his dissatisfaction stem?

“Sure. I’m not in the position to disobey you, but at least I have the right to be

in control of my feelings. I’m tired. Please let me go.” Maisy spoke as if she was

begging. She was dead on her feet from staying up all night, dealing with her

trouble-making father, and then her meltdown in which she had cried too

much.

Yet, Jay seemed to have overlooked her red, puffy eyes, which were the signs

that she had just cried uncontrollably. He had diverted his attention to her soft

lips, her curvy body, and her watery, doe eyes. To him, they were the inviting

signs of how she was asking for it and no else.

Not only was Maisy exhausted physically, but her mental energy drained too.

She had sold her body and soul to Jay. Nonetheless, the delirious thought and

vain hope of him having feelings for her would always backfire into reality to

hit her like a splash of cold water, extinguishing all of her sparks.

She shoved him away weakly, realizing he didn’t even budge because she had

no energy left. As she had overexerted herself physically and mentally while

still in her first trimester, she had to hold on to Jay’s arm weakly, barely

standing in an upright position, and her breathing now grew uneven as she

gasped for air. Quickly, Jay swept her off her feet and brought her to the couch

near them..