Chapter 5
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Finally, Clifford stopped and flung Jane backward. Her slender frame collided with the cold wall.
Before she could steady herself, his tall figure loomed over her, pressing her against the hard surface.
His eyes burned with fury. “Jane, do you think I’m dead, playing around like this?”
Jane furrowed her brows. “What did I do?”
Clifford clenched his jaw. “Who told you to dress like this?!”
Jane blinked, incredulous. “Like this? What do you mean, Clifford?”
He glanced at her ultra-short dress. “Your things… almost exposed. Do you really want people to see your legs like this?”
Jane’s lips curved in a faint smile. The dress had been Grace’s choice. Grace’s words had been clear: “My dearest Jane doesn’t show her legs, but look at how Miracle flaunts hers. Tonight, let everyone see who has the best legs in Hovendale.”
Jane arched her finely sculpted eyebrows. “Looks like Mr. Sean noticed my legs.”
Clifford paused.
Jane leaned lazily against the wall, graceful and poised. She slowly lifted her right leg, her crystal-studded high heel brushing against his ankle. Clifford, in dark trousers, revealed long, muscular legs radiating cold restraint.
Her pale foot glided provocatively up his calf—a subtle act of defiance and seduction.
Clifford’s eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”
Jane smiled, dazzling and teasing. “Mr. Sean… which do you prefer? My legs… or Miracle’s legs?”
He stared at her small, delicate face, glowing with ethereal beauty, yet daring him with a provocative smile. Last night, he had glimpsed the beauty hidden beneath her black-rimmed glasses, but he hadn’t expected this. She was stunning.
A strange recognition flickered through him. He had seen this face before… somewhere.
Jane’s clear eyes sparkled. “Mr. Sean… has Miracle ever wrapped her legs around your waist?”
Clifford’s breath hitched. His handsome face leaned closer, his gaze softening with a tenderness Jane had never witnessed.
“Jane… are you really this shameless?” His voice was low, dangerous. “All you think about is men. You even hired six male hosts to satisfy yourself!”
He didn’t answer her question about Miracle. Perhaps this was the safest kind of protection a man could offer a woman.
Their love had once been passionate, full of reckless youth. Miracle’s legs had surely wrapped around his waist—or else why would he remember her so vividly? She had been lucky, having Clifford so deeply attached.
Yet Jane’s smile remained steady. Her eyes were clear, distant, unyielding.
“Well, Mr. Sean,” she said softly, “your body isn’t up to par and can’t satisfy me. Of course, I have to go out and find men who can. Let’s get divorced quickly. If the first man doesn’t work… the next one will be better.”
Did she just call him inadequate… and suggest someone better could replace him?
This woman was truly asking for it.
Clifford’s hand shot out, gripping Jane’s chin. “Are you trying to provoke me? Do you really want to know if I’m up to the task?”
Jane froze.
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