Jerk Fiancé

Chapter 9Vacation 2

After Tony carried Lilith into her room, he put her on the sofa and carefully took off her high heels. Looking at them, he said with concern, "They're swollen. You still said you were fine."

Lilith nonchalantly pulled her foot back. "It'll be fine after a couple of days. It's all right now. You can go."

Anyway, she didn't want to go sightseeing with Owens and the others. It was just right for her to lie in the inn for two days.

Tony looked at her with a hint of frustration, "Lilith, come on, you don't have to be like this..."

Before he could finish speaking, his words were interrupted by a burst of laughter. Jack was standing at the door of the room, his expression half-smiling, half-sarcastic. "Hey, buddy, you're so concerned about other people's fiancées?"

Tony showed no embarrassment at all and retorted to Jack, "Jack, did you ever admit that she was your fiancée?"

Jack glanced at Lilith, his disgust obvious in his eyes. "Is she worthy?"

Since you're not, then you'd better not meddle in my business.

Lilith sat on the sofa, seemingly oblivious to the two people's confrontation, only focusing on her slightly swollen ankle.

Jack also ignored Tony, threw out a comment, "Lilith, you're good," gave a thumbs-up, and then turned and walked away.

Lilith, with her head down, was studying how to reduce the swelling. Hearing Jack's words, she didn't even raise her head and just said, "You're not bad either."

Tony went to the front desk to get some emergency medicine and applied it to Lilith. Tony originally wanted to stay and take care of Lilith, but she still sent him away.

Lilith sprained her ankle, so she didn't go out to play with them in the afternoon.

Lilith was alone on the third floor. She was already exhausted from driving in the morning, and soon her head grew heavy and she fell asleep.

When I woke up in a daze, it had already grown dark outside the window. The orange-yellow afterglow of the setting sun still left a faint trace in the dark blue sky.

Lilith got up and fumbled around, trying to hop onto the wicker chair to sit for a while. But before she could stand up straight, she realized something was wrong.

It was already rather dim in the bamboo house at around seven in the evening. Coupled with Lilith's slight myopia, she only then noticed that there was a person sitting on the rattan chair.

She narrowed her eyes in surprise. "Jack? Why are you here?"

Jack heard her voice, rose from the rattan chair, walked up to her, and stared at her for a moment with his dark eyes before slowly squatting down.

Lilith's head was still a bit dizzy. Before she could figure out what Jack was going to do, her injured foot was carefully lifted by Jack.

Lilith sat by the bedside, and Jack knelt on one knee at her feet, her fair and tender foot resting on his strong thigh.

No one spoke. The room was so quiet that only the breathing of the other could be heard. Lilith and Jack stared at each other for a while, then smiled.

The foot she had placed on Jack's thigh moved slightly, as if skimming the surface of water.

Jack remained in that position without moving. The smile on Lilith's face gradually faded, thinking she might have misunderstood.

Just as she was about to pull her foot back, Jack took the initiative to hold her ankle.

Jack suddenly leaned in close, his warm breath spraying on the top of her feet. Lilith involuntarily shuddered. Right after that, Jack's lips gently landed on the swollen and red spot on her ankle, tender yet with a hint of passion. Lilith's eyes widened and a blush spread across her face. She had never imagined that Jack would do something like this.

Jack raised his head, his gaze meeting Lilith's. There seemed to be endless emotions hidden in his deep eyes. He slowly stood up, cupping her face in his hands, and gently stroking her cheek with his thumbs. Lilith's breath caught, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

Jack lowered his head, and their lips finally touched. The kiss was passionate and deep. Lilith was a little stunned at first, but soon closed her eyes and responded to the kiss. The night outside had completely fallen, and in the room, only the interwoven sounds of their breathing and heartbeats remained. The intimate atmosphere spread in the air, as if time had stopped for this moment.

In the dim environment, Lilith couldn't make out Jack's expression, only able to hear his increasingly heavy breathing.

She looked at Jack carelessly, still having the mind to think that her foot would probably not recover in two days.

Seemingly noticing her distraction, Jack was a bit annoyed. He buried his head in her neck and bit her. Lilith gasped in pain and secretly cursed Jack, thinking he must be a dog.

After it was over, Lilith lay on the bed, exhausted. Looking at the man who had once again transformed into a suit-wearing, tie-tied figure, she spoke lazily, "Jack, I'm hungry."

Jack's hand, which was adjusting his cufflinks, froze. His gaze shifted to her, but he didn't say a word. With a cold expression, he just walked away.

Lilith watched his departing figure and clicked her tongue. "This dog of a man."