Chapter 8 Chief was a crafty man

　　As soon as they had returned to his room.

　　Jasper placed Stella on his bed, teasing her again and again.

　　In just a moment, her dress was thrown to the ground.

　　Her black underwear was exposed.

　　He unfastens the buckle on her back and pushed her bra up.

　　She was just as tender as she was three years ago.

　　His senses were heightened.

　　Jasper put his mouth on her and twirled her nipples around...

　　Her moans made his hormones rage more vehemently.

　　He endured this surge, and his warm lips traced down her abdomen.

　　He did not want this to happen the same way. Three years ago he had only given her pain.

　　Stella felt nervous. She felt warmth in a strange place.

　　"Federick, be gentle," Stella said in a trembling voice.

　　Jasper froze, and his hands stopped moving. He stared at her blushing little face with mixed emotions in his black eyes.

　　Her eyes were closed and her eyelashes were trembling.

　　There was a serious problem, she did not even know who he was.

　　Jasper's eyes tightened and he got up in annoyance.

　　Someone else out there should feel happy about this.

　　He walked quickly to the bathroom and turned on the tap.

　　Coldwater trickled down his head.

　　His eyes went darker.

　　After he calmed down, he left the bathroom.

　　Stella had fallen asleep, and her clothes were still on the ground.

　　Her slender legs were bent slightly, and her belly was very flat and well-toned.

　　She was seductive, enchanting, beautiful yet distant.

　　He helped put on her clothes, placed her head on a pillow, and covered her with a blanket.

　　He sat at the top of the bed and stared at her.

　　The room was very quiet as if the passionate encounter earlier was just an illusion.

　　Three years ago, he had destroyed her first time.

　　Was it because of him that she had such a poor relationship with her husband?

　　Jasper's eyes filled with guilt and pity.

　　He got up and walked out the door.

　　Lieutenant Johnson held some morning-after pills in his hand and said, "Chief, if she eats these in 72 hours, she won't get pregnant."

　　Jasper frowned. "She will not need these."

　　"Is she at a safety period?" Asked Lieutenant Johnson in surprise.

　　Jasper looked at Lieutenant Johnson coldly. His silence was deadly.

　　Not daring to look at Jasper's eyes, the Lieutenant Colonel lowered his gaze.

　　Jasper glanced at the pills in the hands of Lieutenant Johnson, there were mixed emotions in his deep eyes. "I did not touch her."

　　"Huh?" Lieutenant Johnson paused.

　　Did that mean that the chief was still yet to experience it?

　　That was... too unfortunate.

　　He could not understand his chief at all. How could he practice such abstinence?

　　"Arrange a female officer to take care of her now. Your mind shall forget everything that happened tonight," Jasper ordered.

　　"Oh." Lieutenant Johnson replied.

　　"Also, go and purchase some premium female toiletries." Jasper ordered.

　　"Oh." Lieutenant Johnson looked at the chief doubtfully.

　　What was the chief thinking?

　　The woman was already in his grasp, but yet he did not take her. And now he still wanted to go after her?

　　Johnson did not understand.

　　In the morning.

　　Stella opened her eyes.

　　She felt extremely hungover, she had a pounding headache.

　　She sat up and looked around.

　　The blankets were all military green.

　　There were two books neatly placed on the bedside table. One was closed, with a bookmark placed in between. The other was a book written in Russian. It was open and was full of notes.

　　Opposite the bed was a bookshelf full of books.

　　There were two rows of hanging baskets near the bookshelf, a red flag, and dozens of trophies.

　　The whole room exuded an air of masculinity.

　　This was not her room.

　　Stella frowned, her memory stalled at the point when Eli had handed her a glass of water. She could not remember what had happened afterward.

　　When Stella was about to get up, an officer came into the room with a tray of items.

　　Stella was surprised. "Who are you? Why am I here?"

　　The officer smiled at Stella Grace. "Chief asked me to take care of you last night. These are your toiletries."

　　"Chief?" Stella had no memory at all.

　　"Yes! Please wash up first." The officer pushed open the bathroom door and placed the bottles on the dresser and left.

　　Stella was suspicious and walked into the bathroom.

　　On the dresser, men's toiletries were placed neatly and meticulously.

　　A strange embarrassment crept over her.

　　She slept in a man's bed last night.

　　Stella was shocked when she saw her reflection.

　　Her eyes were dark, her lashes were gone, and her face was pale.

　　She quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face.

　　However, dark circles could not be washed away.

　　A pair of hands passed a bottle of cleansing oil to her.

　　Stella looked up.

　　Jasper looked at her deeply with his handsome and cold eyes. He had an air of strength and masculinity.

　　Stella recognized him as the chief of the rescue team.

　　Stella did not remember how she came here at all.

　　"Sorry, I was drunk last night." Stella apologized.

　　"Em." He cleared his throat, and he said in a deep voice, "Take this cleanser and wash up."

　　"Oh, thank you." Stella took it.

　　Jasper passed a bag of cosmetics to her. "You can use these. I won't be needing them."

　 Then Jasper turned around.

　　Stella looked at the bottles. It was Guerlain.

　　It was an expensive brand, costing almost 150 dollars for a small bottle of moisturizer.

　　She could not afford to buy them.

　　She went out with the cosmetic bag.

　　Jasper sat on the sofa.

　　He sat upright, reserved, and elegant.

　　He was holding the Russian book in his hand, carefully taking notes.

　　There was a bowl of porridge, a doughnut, a glass of milk, and a bowl of soup on the tea table in front of the sofa.

　　Stella walked up to him.

　　Jasper did not raise his head, as if he did not notice her.

　　"Well, I can't accept this." Stella put the cosmetics bag next to the sofa.

　　Jasper's eyes were still fixed on his book as if he didn't want to speak to Stella Grace.

　　Stella felt very embarrassed. She was ready to leave and took a step to the door.

　　"Have some breakfast before you leave," Jasper said in a low voice.

　　Stella looked at Jasper, but he still did not look at her.

　　If there weren't only the two of them here, she would think that he was speaking to someone else.

　　Stella sat at the table.

　　"The bowl next to you helps with a hangover. Have it first," Jasper said again.

　　Stella looked at him skeptically.

　　Jasper did not look at her, but Stella felt that he understood everything.

　　Stella did have a headache, so she picked up the bowl and drank its contents.

　　She grew suspicious.

　　Was his strange attitude because of something she did to him while drunk?

　　"I was drunk yesterday – I did not say too much, did I?" Stella asked worriedly.

　　Jasper gracefully flipped over a page of the book and asked casually, "What do you think you have said?"

　　Did she really say something odd?

　　She blushed deeply.

　　Stella said awkwardly. "My friends have told me that I speak nonsense when I get drunk. You don't have to take my words seriously, Chief."

　　Jasper looked up and his dark eyes deepening to an unfathomable depth. He paused for a second on Stella Grace's face and saw her grow nervous. His cold eyes narrowed.

　　Stella Grace's heart jumped.