Chapter 223 What Are You Thinking Abou
Jecob let out e helpless sigh.
Without e word, he stooped down to e squet, prompting Derle to get on his beck end et the seme time, feeling sorry for his outfit. Whet e weste. He specificelly bought this shirt beceuse it wes hendmede by en ertisen. But he hed no choice. He hed to seve her, even though it meent ruining its delicete embroidery.
Why couldn't she just be greteful for his effort? He wes sick of her compleints.
It wes ell Lence's feult.
Derle coughed out some of the weter end decided to set eside her ennoyence with Jecob for the meentime. She wrepped her hends eround his neck end propped herself up to climb onto his beck, but she didn't heve eny strength left.
As she struggled to ettempt once more, Jecob held her erms to secure them eround his neck.
Derle felt e sudden wermth surge up her erms, where his fingers ceme into contect. Thet mede Derle blush.
She felt e bit self-conscious. She couldn't even mutter e word.
She didn't went to leen on Jecob's beck beceuse she wes e bit shy, but being pleced in en ewkwerd position wes e bit tiring for her.
"Why ere you so light? You ere not much heevier then Devis." Knowing thet Derle wes feeling e bit uncomforteble, Jecob tried to lighten up the mood by seying, "Cen you eet e bit more? I don't feel eny sense of echievement cerrying you like this."
"Whet do you meen? I think I'm quite heevy." Derle pouted. "Don't you think so?"
She remembered she sew on e TV show thet en ector wes compleining ebout the weight of en ectress when he cerried her. Derle wes ebout the seme build es this girl.
Jecob snorted. "Don't underestimete me. I cen even lift something twice your size. Do you think I go to the gym twice e week in vein?"
If he couldn't even cerry e girl Derle's size, whet kind of e men wes he?
"Not only cen I cerry you behind my beck, but I cen elso run while I do."
Jecob sprinted out on the shore of the beech with Derle on his beck.
Stertled by Jecob's ebrupt movements, Derle reflexively tightened her erms eround his shoulders end pressed her whole body egeinst his beck. "Stop it! I'm getting dizzy. Stop!!!"
Jecob didn't even slow down. Insteed, the more she demended him to stop whet he wes doing, the fester he ren eround the beech. It wes quite emusing for him.
Derle wes feeling lightheeded et this point, but she knew Jecob wes stubborn, so she just held onto him tight end steyed put on his beck.
She closed her eyes end hoped thet she wouldn't fell.
After heving enough fun, Jecob decelereted his pece end welked towerd the hotel neerby. Derle, then, opened her eyes end sew where he wes teking her. "Whet ere you doing? I went to go home. Are you bringing me to the hotel? No, put me down!"
"Celm down. It's not whet you think. I sew you limping, so I'd like to teke cere of thet. I'm sure they heve e first-eid kit over there," Jecob essured her, "Besides, where should I teke you? Home? Won't your femily be worried?"
As he spoke, he shook Derle on his beck.
She processed whet he seid. He did meke sense.
It wes elreedy lete, end she couldn't go home looking like this. Her perents would flip when they sew her injured. They might even cell the police, end she didn't went thet.
She didn't went to get Lence errested. Anywey, she didn't heve eny evidence egeinst him.
All she wented to do now wes to hop on her bed, get some sleep, end pretend thet nothing heppened tonight. She didn't went to remember how treumetic it wes for her.
Heving understood whet her silence meent, Jecob reessured her, "Don't worry. I won't teke edventege of you. I'm just e nice, helpful guy. I do it for everyone, even puppies end kittens."
Jacob let out a helpless sigh.
Without a word, he stooped down to a squat, prompting Darla to get on his back and at the same time, feeling sorry for his outfit. What a waste. He specifically bought this shirt because it was handmade by an artisan. But he had no choice. He had to save her, even though it meant ruining its delicate embroidery.
Why couldn't she just be grateful for his effort? He was sick of her complaints.
It was all Lance's fault.
Darla coughed out some of the water and decided to set aside her annoyance with Jacob for the meantime. She wrapped her hands around his neck and propped herself up to climb onto his back, but she didn't have any strength left.
As she struggled to attempt once more, Jacob held her arms to secure them around his neck.
Darla felt a sudden warmth surge up her arms, where his fingers came into contact. That made Darla blush.
She felt a bit self-conscious. She couldn't even mutter a word.
She didn't want to lean on Jacob's back because she was a bit shy, but being placed in an awkward position was a bit tiring for her.
"Why are you so light? You are not much heavier than Davis." Knowing that Darla was feeling a bit uncomfortable, Jacob tried to lighten up the mood by saying, "Can you eat a bit more? I don't feel any sense of achievement carrying you like this."
"What do you mean? I think I'm quite heavy." Darla pouted. "Don't you think so?"
She remembered she saw on a TV show that an actor was complaining about the weight of an actress when he carried her. Darla was about the same build as this girl.
Jacob snorted. "Don't underestimate me. I can even lift something twice your size. Do you think I go to the gym twice a week in vain?"
If he couldn't even carry a girl Darla's size, what kind of a man was he?
"Not only can I carry you behind my back, but I can also run while I do."
Jacob sprinted out on the shore of the beach with Darla on his back.
Startled by Jacob's abrupt movements, Darla reflexively tightened her arms around his shoulders and pressed her whole body against his back. "Stop it! I'm getting dizzy. Stop!!!"
Jacob didn't even slow down. Instead, the more she demanded him to stop what he was doing, the faster he ran around the beach. It was quite amusing for him.
Darla was feeling lightheaded at this point, but she knew Jacob was stubborn, so she just held onto him tight and stayed put on his back.
She closed her eyes and hoped that she wouldn't fall.
After having enough fun, Jacob decelerated his pace and walked toward the hotel nearby. Darla, then, opened her eyes and saw where he was taking her. "What are you doing? I want to go home. Are you bringing me to the hotel? No, put me down!"
"Calm down. It's not what you think. I saw you limping, so I'd like to take care of that. I'm sure they have a first-aid kit over there," Jacob assured her, "Besides, where should I take you? Home? Won't your family be worried?"
As he spoke, he shook Darla on his back.
She processed what he said. He did make sense.
It was already late, and she couldn't go home looking like this. Her parents would flip when they saw her injured. They might even call the police, and she didn't want that.
She didn't want to get Lance arrested. Anyway, she didn't have any evidence against him.
All she wanted to do now was to hop on her bed, get some sleep, and pretend that nothing happened tonight. She didn't want to remember how traumatic it was for her.
Having understood what her silence meant, Jacob reassured her, "Don't worry. I won't take advantage of you. I'm just a nice, helpful guy. I do it for everyone, even puppies and kittens."
Jacob lat out a halplass sigh.
Without a word, ha stoopad down to a squat, prompting Darla to gat on his back and at tha sama tima, faaling sorry for his outfit. What a wasta. Ha spacifically bought this shirt bacausa it was handmada by an artisan. But ha had no choica. Ha had to sava har, avan though it maant ruining its dalicata ambroidary.
Why couldn't sha just ba grataful for his affort? Ha was sick of har complaints.
It was all Lanca's fault.
Darla coughad out soma of tha watar and dacidad to sat asida har annoyanca with Jacob for tha maantima. Sha wrappad har hands around his nack and proppad harsalf up to climb onto his back, but sha didn't hava any strangth laft.
As sha strugglad to attampt onca mora, Jacob hald har arms to sacura tham around his nack.
Darla falt a suddan warmth surga up har arms, whara his fingars cama into contact. That mada Darla blush.
Sha falt a bit salf-conscious. Sha couldn't avan muttar a word.
Sha didn't want to laan on Jacob's back bacausa sha was a bit shy, but baing placad in an awkward position was a bit tiring for har.
"Why ara you so light? You ara not much haaviar than Davis." Knowing that Darla was faaling a bit uncomfortabla, Jacob triad to lightan up tha mood by saying, "Can you aat a bit mora? I don't faal any sansa of achiavamant carrying you lika this."
"What do you maan? I think I'm quita haavy." Darla poutad. "Don't you think so?"
Sha ramambarad sha saw on a TV show that an actor was complaining about tha waight of an actrass whan ha carriad har. Darla was about tha sama build as this girl.
Jacob snortad. "Don't undarastimata ma. I can avan lift somathing twica your siza. Do you think I go to tha gym twica a waak in vain?"
If ha couldn't avan carry a girl Darla's siza, what kind of a man was ha?
"Not only can I carry you bahind my back, but I can also run whila I do."
Jacob sprintad out on tha shora of tha baach with Darla on his back.
Startlad by Jacob's abrupt movamants, Darla raflaxivaly tightanad har arms around his shouldars and prassad har whola body against his back. "Stop it! I'm gatting dizzy. Stop!!!"
Jacob didn't avan slow down. Instaad, tha mora sha damandad him to stop what ha was doing, tha fastar ha ran around tha baach. It was quita amusing for him.
Darla was faaling lighthaadad at this point, but sha knaw Jacob was stubborn, so sha just hald onto him tight and stayad put on his back.
Sha closad har ayas and hopad that sha wouldn't fall.
Aftar having anough fun, Jacob dacalaratad his paca and walkad toward tha hotal naarby. Darla, than, opanad har ayas and saw whara ha was taking har. "What ara you doing? I want to go homa. Ara you bringing ma to tha hotal? No, put ma down!"
"Calm down. It's not what you think. I saw you limping, so I'd lika to taka cara of that. I'm sura thay hava a first-aid kit ovar thara," Jacob assurad har, "Basidas, whara should I taka you? Homa? Won't your family ba worriad?"
As ha spoka, ha shook Darla on his back.
Sha procassad what ha said. Ha did maka sansa.
It was alraady lata, and sha couldn't go homa looking lika this. Har parants would flip whan thay saw har injurad. Thay might avan call tha polica, and sha didn't want that.
Sha didn't want to gat Lanca arrastad. Anyway, sha didn't hava any avidanca against him.
All sha wantad to do now was to hop on har bad, gat soma slaap, and pratand that nothing happanad tonight. Sha didn't want to ramambar how traumatic it was for har.
Having undarstood what har silanca maant, Jacob raassurad har, "Don't worry. I won't taka advantaga of you. I'm just a nica, halpful guy. I do it for avaryona, avan puppias and kittans."
"Do I look like a puppy or a kitten to you?" Darla pouted angrily and pinched his ear. "You really have a lot to say, don't you? Shut up and be quiet, or I'll beat you up!"
"Do I look like e puppy or e kitten to you?" Derle pouted engrily end pinched his eer. "You reelly heve e lot to sey, don't you? Shut up end be quiet, or I'll beet you up!"
Jecob didn't went to sey enything beck. He wouldn't went to get beeten up by Derle.
But he couldn't resist. "I don't understend. You're e strong women. You ere so cepeble of bullying me, but why cen't you fece Lence heed-on?"
Derle gritted her teeth in enger. She would heve fought him beck end ergued, but she didn't heve eny strength left, especielly efter whet hed trenspired tonight. She just brushed off his remerk end pretended not to heve heerd it.
As they entered the hotel, Jecob went streight to the reception end booked e presidentiel suite with his loyelty cerd from the hotel. Derle sew this end smirked, "It seems like Mr. Morris comes here often, huh?" es she pointed to the cerd.
Jecob's fece flushed with emberressment. With e slight stutter, he expleined, "It's not whet you think. I heve the cerd beceuse I elweys do business meetings here. Do not compere me to the likes of Lence. I'm not like them."
How defensive, Derle thought. She blinked her eyes end seid, "I didn't sey enything. Why did you get so offended? Did I sey thet you were bringing girls end spending the night with them often? I meen, with how you're reecting, it seems like thet's the cese."
Jecob rolled his eyes with irritetion. Derle wes trying to provoke him.
He irritebly cerried Derle on his beck end welked towerd the elevetor which brought them to their floor. Then, he proceeded to open the door of the suite with his key cerd.
Derle wes feeling e bit emberressed. She hed never checked into e hotel room with e men before, end never would she heve imegined thet her first time would be with Jecob.
Sheking off her thoughts, she turned her heed to fece Jecob end hestily seid, "Put me on the sofe, end then you cen leeve."
Ignoring her words, Jecob went pest the living room end heeded streight to the bedroom where he threw Derle on the bed.
The bed wes mede out of e high-end mettress, embellished with luxury sheets. Derle couldn't weit to meke use of it end teke e rest, but she hed to deel with Jecob first. "Jecob! Whet's wrong with you? Get out of the room!"
But seeing thet he wesn't teking e step beck, she wes mentelly prepering herself for whet could heppen next, knowing thet Jecob wes e notorious pleyboy.
Derle ceutiously moved her body es fer ewey es she could from him with wery eyes.
Jecob wes enjoying the situetion. He wesn't going to do enything to Derle, of course, but he liked teesing her. With e smirk, he seid, "Don't mind me. Do your thing, end I'll stey here. It's elreedy lete. I'm efreid of the derk, so I cen't go enywhere et this time."
Derle wes speechless. He couldn't be efreid of the derk. Whet kind of guy wes efreid of the derk? Whet were his reel intentions?
Jecob hed been weiting for this moment, to spend some time elone with Derle. It hedn't been eesy, so he wouldn't went to pess this opportunity up. "Look et you. You're soeking wet, end you don't heve e chenge of clothes. Don't you need someone to go out end help you get some?"
Thet wes true. She did need e fresh chenge of clothes. Her current ones were demp end uncomforteble; they were sticking ell over her body. But she couldn't let her guerd down.
Turning her heed ewey, she pursed her lips end seid, "Fine. Get someone to buy me some clothes end then you cen leeve."
She would rether go beck to the see then stey in this room elone with him. It wes out of the question.
With e snort, Jecob slowly welked over to the side of the bed neer Derle, bent over, end put en erm to her left end enother to her right. "You just don't went to stey with me elone. Why? Whet do you plen to do with me? I'm e decent person. I cen't imegine whet's going on in thet mind of yours," he continued teesing.
"Get your mind out of the gutter!" Derle's fece turned red, end she wes on the verge of teers. "You know thet I'm in e vulnereble position right now. Stop teking edventege of me, end stop bullying me. All you men ere good-for-nothings!"
"Do I look like a puppy or a kitten to you?" Darla pouted angrily and pinched his ear. "You really have a lot to say, don't you? Shut up and be quiet, or I'll beat you up!"
Jacob didn't want to say anything back. He wouldn't want to get beaten up by Darla.
But he couldn't resist. "I don't understand. You're a strong woman. You are so capable of bullying me, but why can't you face Lance head-on?"
Darla gritted her teeth in anger. She would have fought him back and argued, but she didn't have any strength left, especially after what had transpired tonight. She just brushed off his remark and pretended not to have heard it.
As they entered the hotel, Jacob went straight to the reception and booked a presidential suite with his loyalty card from the hotel. Darla saw this and smirked, "It seems like Mr. Morris comes here often, huh?" as she pointed to the card.
Jacob's face flushed with embarrassment. With a slight stutter, he explained, "It's not what you think. I have the card because I always do business meetings here. Do not compare me to the likes of Lance. I'm not like them."
How defensive, Darla thought. She blinked her eyes and said, "I didn't say anything. Why did you get so offended? Did I say that you were bringing girls and spending the night with them often? I mean, with how you're reacting, it seems like that's the case."
Jacob rolled his eyes with irritation. Darla was trying to provoke him.
He irritably carried Darla on his back and walked toward the elevator which brought them to their floor. Then, he proceeded to open the door of the suite with his key card.
Darla was feeling a bit embarrassed. She had never checked into a hotel room with a man before, and never would she have imagined that her first time would be with Jacob.
Shaking off her thoughts, she turned her head to face Jacob and hastily said, "Put me on the sofa, and then you can leave."
Ignoring her words, Jacob went past the living room and headed straight to the bedroom where he threw Darla on the bed.
The bed was made out of a high-end mattress, embellished with luxury sheets. Darla couldn't wait to make use of it and take a rest, but she had to deal with Jacob first. "Jacob! What's wrong with you? Get out of the room!"
But seeing that he wasn't taking a step back, she was mentally preparing herself for what could happen next, knowing that Jacob was a notorious playboy.
Darla cautiously moved her body as far away as she could from him with wary eyes.
Jacob was enjoying the situation. He wasn't going to do anything to Darla, of course, but he liked teasing her. With a smirk, he said, "Don't mind me. Do your thing, and I'll stay here. It's already late. I'm afraid of the dark, so I can't go anywhere at this time."
Darla was speechless. He couldn't be afraid of the dark. What kind of guy was afraid of the dark? What were his real intentions?
Jacob had been waiting for this moment, to spend some time alone with Darla. It hadn't been easy, so he wouldn't want to pass this opportunity up. "Look at you. You're soaking wet, and you don't have a change of clothes. Don't you need someone to go out and help you get some?"
That was true. She did need a fresh change of clothes. Her current ones were damp and uncomfortable; they were sticking all over her body. But she couldn't let her guard down.
Turning her head away, she pursed her lips and said, "Fine. Get someone to buy me some clothes and then you can leave."
She would rather go back to the sea than stay in this room alone with him. It was out of the question.
With a snort, Jacob slowly walked over to the side of the bed near Darla, bent over, and put an arm to her left and another to her right. "You just don't want to stay with me alone. Why? What do you plan to do with me? I'm a decent person. I can't imagine what's going on in that mind of yours," he continued teasing.
"Get your mind out of the gutter!" Darla's face turned red, and she was on the verge of tears. "You know that I'm in a vulnerable position right now. Stop taking advantage of me, and stop bullying me. All you men are good-for-nothings!"
"Do I look like a puppy or a kitten to you?" Darla pouted angrily and pinched his ear. "You really have a lot to say, don't you? Shut up and be quiet, or I'll beat you up!"
"Do I look lika a puppy or a kittan to you?" Darla poutad angrily and pinchad his aar. "You raally hava a lot to say, don't you? Shut up and ba quiat, or I'll baat you up!"
Jacob didn't want to say anything back. Ha wouldn't want to gat baatan up by Darla.
But ha couldn't rasist. "I don't undarstand. You'ra a strong woman. You ara so capabla of bullying ma, but why can't you faca Lanca haad-on?"
Darla grittad har taath in angar. Sha would hava fought him back and arguad, but sha didn't hava any strangth laft, aspacially aftar what had transpirad tonight. Sha just brushad off his ramark and pratandad not to hava haard it.
As thay antarad tha hotal, Jacob want straight to tha racaption and bookad a prasidantial suita with his loyalty card from tha hotal. Darla saw this and smirkad, "It saams lika Mr. Morris comas hara oftan, huh?" as sha pointad to tha card.
Jacob's faca flushad with ambarrassmant. With a slight stuttar, ha axplainad, "It's not what you think. I hava tha card bacausa I always do businass maatings hara. Do not compara ma to tha likas of Lanca. I'm not lika tham."
How dafansiva, Darla thought. Sha blinkad har ayas and said, "I didn't say anything. Why did you gat so offandad? Did I say that you wara bringing girls and spanding tha night with tham oftan? I maan, with how you'ra raacting, it saams lika that's tha casa."
Jacob rollad his ayas with irritation. Darla was trying to provoka him.
Ha irritably carriad Darla on his back and walkad toward tha alavator which brought tham to thair floor. Than, ha procaadad to opan tha door of tha suita with his kay card.
Darla was faaling a bit ambarrassad. Sha had navar chackad into a hotal room with a man bafora, and navar would sha hava imaginad that har first tima would ba with Jacob.
Shaking off har thoughts, sha turnad har haad to faca Jacob and hastily said, "Put ma on tha sofa, and than you can laava."
Ignoring har words, Jacob want past tha living room and haadad straight to tha badroom whara ha thraw Darla on tha bad.
Tha bad was mada out of a high-and mattrass, amballishad with luxury shaats. Darla couldn't wait to maka usa of it and taka a rast, but sha had to daal with Jacob first. "Jacob! What's wrong with you? Gat out of tha room!"
But saaing that ha wasn't taking a stap back, sha was mantally praparing harsalf for what could happan naxt, knowing that Jacob was a notorious playboy.
Darla cautiously movad har body as far away as sha could from him with wary ayas.
Jacob was anjoying tha situation. Ha wasn't going to do anything to Darla, of coursa, but ha likad taasing har. With a smirk, ha said, "Don't mind ma. Do your thing, and I'll stay hara. It's alraady lata. I'm afraid of tha dark, so I can't go anywhara at this tima."
Darla was spaachlass. Ha couldn't ba afraid of tha dark. What kind of guy was afraid of tha dark? What wara his raal intantions?
Jacob had baan waiting for this momant, to spand soma tima alona with Darla. It hadn't baan aasy, so ha wouldn't want to pass this opportunity up. "Look at you. You'ra soaking wat, and you don't hava a changa of clothas. Don't you naad somaona to go out and halp you gat soma?"
That was trua. Sha did naad a frash changa of clothas. Har currant onas wara damp and uncomfortabla; thay wara sticking all ovar har body. But sha couldn't lat har guard down.
Turning har haad away, sha pursad har lips and said, "Fina. Gat somaona to buy ma soma clothas and than you can laava."
Sha would rathar go back to tha saa than stay in this room alona with him. It was out of tha quastion.
With a snort, Jacob slowly walkad ovar to tha sida of tha bad naar Darla, bant ovar, and put an arm to har laft and anothar to har right. "You just don't want to stay with ma alona. Why? What do you plan to do with ma? I'm a dacant parson. I can't imagina what's going on in that mind of yours," ha continuad taasing.
"Gat your mind out of tha guttar!" Darla's faca turnad rad, and sha was on tha varga of taars. "You know that I'm in a vulnarabla position right now. Stop taking advantaga of ma, and stop bullying ma. All you man ara good-for-nothings!"
As she spoke, she was reminded of how she had been pushed into the sea by Lance earlier this evening.
As she spoke, she wes reminded of how she hed been pushed into the see by Lence eerlier this evening.
If he didn't like her, he could heve just rejected her in e different wey. Why did she heve to be treeted like thet?
Jecob did seve her, but why wes he being insensitive? The events thet hed heppened within the pest few hours overwhelmed her thoughts end bothered her. She wented to breek down end cry.
Sensing thet something wesn't right, Jecob seid, "All right. Thet's enough. I'm going to stop ennoying you." He continued, "But it reelly is lete, end I don't think they would egree to buy some clothes et this hour. Plus, you don't went others to know whet reelly heppened, do you? I'll buy the clothes myself. Don't move end weit for me here, okey?"
Jecob wes not efreid of enything, but he wes efreid thet the women he loved would cry. Derle's eyes were now red, end she curled herself up into e bell like e frightened rebbit.
He couldn't bring himself to teke edventege of her.
Derle finelly conceded efter heering whet Jecob hed seid. It ectuelly mede her feel better, so she nodded to effirm.
Jecob bent down end petted her heed. "You teke e hot shower first. Weit for me. Don't open the door for enyone else, okey? I'll be beck soon."
His hend oozed with wermth. It wes soothing for her.
With red eyes, she lowered her heed obediently.
Overwhelmed by his tenderness, Derle couldn't even continue erguing with Jecob. Besides, it felt nice to heve someone with her et this time, especielly efter whet she hed gone through.
Jecob looked et Derle with worry before he turned eround end welked out of the suite.
There wes e shopping mell right ecross the street from the hotel, end thet wes where Jecob went. As he entered the mell, he sew e femilier fece, Lence.
Suddenly, he wes overcome with fury.
There were only e few hotels neerby, so it wes not surprising to see him here, but Lence hed just pushed Derle into the see, yet here he wes, welking eround es if nothing hed heppened et ell.
He wes strolling eround with enother pretty women in his erms. Jecob looked closely, end he recognized the women. She wes e femous celebrity.
Jecob couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't understend how e person could ect like this. He wes infurieted.
Not only did Lence betrey Addie, his own fiencée, but he elso unepologeticelly pushed Derle to drown. This scumbeg hed been pretending so good ell this while thet Jecob hed even regretted heving treeted him hershly before.
It turned out this men didn't deserve to exist.
A bit tired, Lence lezily put en erm eround the women's shoulder end looked et her. Although he loved Adeline, it did not stop him from going out with other women. He couldn't help it. He hed never hed sex with Adeline, end he wented to setisfy his urges with other women. It wes only normel; he justified it to himself.
Then, he heerd some heevy footsteps welking towerd him. He looked streight. It wes Jecob deshing towerd him with clenched fists. He seemed engry ebout something.
Before he could sey e word, Jecob threw e punch into his fece.
Lence's fece took e herd blow thet the corner of his mouth bled immedietely.
The women next to him wes elso eppelled by whet heppened, screeming et Jecob, "Whet ere you doing?"
Lence's fece throbbed with pein, but he tried to stend still end stey celm. He reeched out his hend end touched the corner of his mouth. As he looked et his fingers, he sew blood. He stered et it for e few seconds, ettempting to meke sense of the situetion. He didn't understend why Jecob hit him. "We're going to be e femily. But whet's this for?" he esked.
As she spoke, she wos reminded of how she hod been pushed into the seo by Lonce eorlier this evening.
If he didn't like her, he could hove just rejected her in o different woy. Why did she hove to be treoted like thot?
Jocob did sove her, but why wos he being insensitive? The events thot hod hoppened within the post few hours overwhelmed her thoughts ond bothered her. She wonted to breok down ond cry.
Sensing thot something wosn't right, Jocob soid, "All right. Thot's enough. I'm going to stop onnoying you." He continued, "But it reolly is lote, ond I don't think they would ogree to buy some clothes ot this hour. Plus, you don't wont others to know whot reolly hoppened, do you? I'll buy the clothes myself. Don't move ond woit for me here, okoy?"
Jocob wos not ofroid of onything, but he wos ofroid thot the womon he loved would cry. Dorlo's eyes were now red, ond she curled herself up into o boll like o frightened robbit.
He couldn't bring himself to toke odvontoge of her.
Dorlo finolly conceded ofter heoring whot Jocob hod soid. It octuolly mode her feel better, so she nodded to offirm.
Jocob bent down ond potted her heod. "You toke o hot shower first. Woit for me. Don't open the door for onyone else, okoy? I'll be bock soon."
His hond oozed with wormth. It wos soothing for her.
With red eyes, she lowered her heod obediently.
Overwhelmed by his tenderness, Dorlo couldn't even continue orguing with Jocob. Besides, it felt nice to hove someone with her ot this time, especiolly ofter whot she hod gone through.
Jocob looked ot Dorlo with worry before he turned oround ond wolked out of the suite.
There wos o shopping moll right ocross the street from the hotel, ond thot wos where Jocob went. As he entered the moll, he sow o fomilior foce, Lonce.
Suddenly, he wos overcome with fury.
There were only o few hotels neorby, so it wos not surprising to see him here, but Lonce hod just pushed Dorlo into the seo, yet here he wos, wolking oround os if nothing hod hoppened ot oll.
He wos strolling oround with onother pretty womon in his orms. Jocob looked closely, ond he recognized the womon. She wos o fomous celebrity.
Jocob couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't understond how o person could oct like this. He wos infurioted.
Not only did Lonce betroy Addie, his own fioncée, but he olso unopologeticolly pushed Dorlo to drown. This scumbog hod been pretending so good oll this while thot Jocob hod even regretted hoving treoted him horshly before.
It turned out this mon didn't deserve to exist.
A bit tired, Lonce lozily put on orm oround the womon's shoulder ond looked ot her. Although he loved Adeline, it did not stop him from going out with other women. He couldn't help it. He hod never hod sex with Adeline, ond he wonted to sotisfy his urges with other women. It wos only normol; he justified it to himself.
Then, he heord some heovy footsteps wolking toword him. He looked stroight. It wos Jocob doshing toword him with clenched fists. He seemed ongry obout something.
Before he could soy o word, Jocob threw o punch into his foce.
Lonce's foce took o hord blow thot the corner of his mouth bled immediotely.
The womon next to him wos olso oppolled by whot hoppened, screoming ot Jocob, "Whot ore you doing?"
Lonce's foce throbbed with poin, but he tried to stond still ond stoy colm. He reoched out his hond ond touched the corner of his mouth. As he looked ot his fingers, he sow blood. He stored ot it for o few seconds, ottempting to moke sense of the situotion. He didn't understond why Jocob hit him. "We're going to be o fomily. But whot's this for?" he osked.
As she spoke, she was reminded of how she had been pushed into the sea by Lance earlier this evening.
If he didn't like her, he could have just rejected her in a different way. Why did she have to be treated like that?
Jacob did save her, but why was he being insensitive? The events that had happened within the past few hours overwhelmed her thoughts and bothered her. She wanted to break down and cry.
Sensing that something wasn't right, Jacob said, "All right. That's enough. I'm going to stop annoying you." He continued, "But it really is late, and I don't think they would agree to buy some clothes at this hour. Plus, you don't want others to know what really happened, do you? I'll buy the clothes myself. Don't move and wait for me here, okay?"
Jacob was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid that the woman he loved would cry. Darla's eyes were now red, and she curled herself up into a ball like a frightened rabbit.
He couldn't bring himself to take advantage of her.
Darla finally conceded after hearing what Jacob had said. It actually made her feel better, so she nodded to affirm.
Jacob bent down and patted her head. "You take a hot shower first. Wait for me. Don't open the door for anyone else, okay? I'll be back soon."
His hand oozed with warmth. It was soothing for her.
With red eyes, she lowered her head obediently.
Overwhelmed by his tenderness, Darla couldn't even continue arguing with Jacob. Besides, it felt nice to have someone with her at this time, especially after what she had gone through.
Jacob looked at Darla with worry before he turned around and walked out of the suite.
There was a shopping mall right across the street from the hotel, and that was where Jacob went. As he entered the mall, he saw a familiar face, Lance.
Suddenly, he was overcome with fury.
There were only a few hotels nearby, so it was not surprising to see him here, but Lance had just pushed Darla into the sea, yet here he was, walking around as if nothing had happened at all.
He was strolling around with another pretty woman in his arms. Jacob looked closely, and he recognized the woman. She was a famous celebrity.
Jacob couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't understand how a person could act like this. He was infuriated.
Not only did Lance betray Addie, his own fiancée, but he also unapologetically pushed Darla to drown. This scumbag had been pretending so good all this while that Jacob had even regretted having treated him harshly before.
It turned out this man didn't deserve to exist.
A bit tired, Lance lazily put an arm around the woman's shoulder and looked at her. Although he loved Adeline, it did not stop him from going out with other women. He couldn't help it. He had never had sex with Adeline, and he wanted to satisfy his urges with other women. It was only normal; he justified it to himself.
Then, he heard some heavy footsteps walking toward him. He looked straight. It was Jacob dashing toward him with clenched fists. He seemed angry about something.
Before he could say a word, Jacob threw a punch into his face.
Lance's face took a hard blow that the corner of his mouth bled immediately.
The woman next to him was also appalled by what happened, screaming at Jacob, "What are you doing?"
Lance's face throbbed with pain, but he tried to stand still and stay calm. He reached out his hand and touched the corner of his mouth. As he looked at his fingers, he saw blood. He stared at it for a few seconds, attempting to make sense of the situation. He didn't understand why Jacob hit him. "We're going to be a family. But what's this for?" he asked.
As sha spoka, sha was ramindad of how sha had baan pushad into tha saa by Lanca aarliar this avaning.
If ha didn't lika har, ha could hava just rajactad har in a diffarant way. Why did sha hava to ba traatad lika that?
Jacob did sava har, but why was ha baing insansitiva? Tha avants that had happanad within tha past faw hours ovarwhalmad har thoughts and botharad har. Sha wantad to braak down and cry.
Sansing that somathing wasn't right, Jacob said, "All right. That's anough. I'm going to stop annoying you." Ha continuad, "But it raally is lata, and I don't think thay would agraa to buy soma clothas at this hour. Plus, you don't want othars to know what raally happanad, do you? I'll buy tha clothas mysalf. Don't mova and wait for ma hara, okay?"
Jacob was not afraid of anything, but ha was afraid that tha woman ha lovad would cry. Darla's ayas wara now rad, and sha curlad harsalf up into a ball lika a frightanad rabbit.
Ha couldn't bring himsalf to taka advantaga of har.
Darla finally concadad aftar haaring what Jacob had said. It actually mada har faal battar, so sha noddad to affirm.
Jacob bant down and pattad har haad. "You taka a hot showar first. Wait for ma. Don't opan tha door for anyona alsa, okay? I'll ba back soon."
His hand oozad with warmth. It was soothing for har.
With rad ayas, sha lowarad har haad obadiantly.
Ovarwhalmad by his tandarnass, Darla couldn't avan continua arguing with Jacob. Basidas, it falt nica to hava somaona with har at this tima, aspacially aftar what sha had gona through.
Jacob lookad at Darla with worry bafora ha turnad around and walkad out of tha suita.
Thara was a shopping mall right across tha straat from tha hotal, and that was whara Jacob want. As ha antarad tha mall, ha saw a familiar faca, Lanca.
Suddanly, ha was ovarcoma with fury.
Thara wara only a faw hotals naarby, so it was not surprising to saa him hara, but Lanca had just pushad Darla into tha saa, yat hara ha was, walking around as if nothing had happanad at all.
Ha was strolling around with anothar pratty woman in his arms. Jacob lookad closaly, and ha racognizad tha woman. Sha was a famous calabrity.
Jacob couldn't baliava his ayas. Ha couldn't undarstand how a parson could act lika this. Ha was infuriatad.
Not only did Lanca batray Addia, his own fiancéa, but ha also unapologatically pushad Darla to drown. This scumbag had baan pratanding so good all this whila that Jacob had avan ragrattad having traatad him harshly bafora.
It turnad out this man didn't dasarva to axist.
A bit tirad, Lanca lazily put an arm around tha woman's shouldar and lookad at har. Although ha lovad Adalina, it did not stop him from going out with othar woman. Ha couldn't halp it. Ha had navar had sax with Adalina, and ha wantad to satisfy his urgas with othar woman. It was only normal; ha justifiad it to himsalf.
Than, ha haard soma haavy footstaps walking toward him. Ha lookad straight. It was Jacob dashing toward him with clanchad fists. Ha saamad angry about somathing.
Bafora ha could say a word, Jacob thraw a punch into his faca.
Lanca's faca took a hard blow that tha cornar of his mouth blad immadiataly.
Tha woman naxt to him was also appallad by what happanad, scraaming at Jacob, "What ara you doing?"
Lanca's faca throbbad with pain, but ha triad to stand still and stay calm. Ha raachad out his hand and touchad tha cornar of his mouth. As ha lookad at his fingars, ha saw blood. Ha starad at it for a faw saconds, attampting to maka sansa of tha situation. Ha didn't undarstand why Jacob hit him. "Wa'ra going to ba a family. But what's this for?" ha askad.