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Her Guilt.
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Ruin Me, Master. Their Messy Kitchen.
Chapter 152. The kitchen smelled faintly of butter and vanilla… the soft golden glow of the overhead lights wrapping them like a private little world… Jerald stood close behind Jasmine, his broad frame a shadow of safety and strength against her back as they stirred batter together. Every now and then, his fingers brushed hers as they both reached for the same whisk… and every time, she felt that familiar jolt of warmth, the reassurance that he was hers… no matter what.“You missed a spot,” he murmured, nudging a smudge of flour off her cheek with the pad of his thumb.She laughed, swiping at him with a small flick of her wrist. “I did not,” she protested, though her lips curved in amusement. “It’s… artistic.”“Artistic?” he asked, mock suspicion lacing his tone, though the corner of his mouth quirked into a smile. “Darling, if this is art, I don’t want to know what a disaster looks like.”She giggled, leaning back against him, letting his warmth seep into her bones, and for a moment
Ruin Me, Master. Just For Them.
Chapter 151. The morning was soft, golden light spilling over the city as Jerald parked the sleek black car outside a quiet café tucked away from the main street. Jasmine, still tender from the past days, kept her head low as he stepped out first, opening the door for her with that same careful precision, the same protective aura that had saved her countless times before… and that made her heart swell with a mixture of relief, love, and lingering fear.“Come on,” he murmured gently, his dark eyes sweeping the area before letting her move forward. “Slowly… no rush… today is just for us.”She nodded, gripping the strap of her bag a little tighter, letting him guide her inside. The café was warm, quiet, filled with the scent of fresh pastries and brewed coffee. A soft hum of conversation surrounded them, but it felt almost like another world, far removed from the danger and fear of the past days.Jerald led her to a small corner table, the kind that felt private without being isolated.
Ruin Me, Master. Helping Her Heal!
Chapter 150.The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the half-closed curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the bedroom. Jasmine stirred slowly, still wrapped in the cocoon of blankets, her body aching but her heart a little lighter. Jerald was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching her sleep with a quiet intensity, fingers laced around hers as if even in sleep she might slip from him.When she opened her eyes and saw him, relief and warmth flooded her chest, and she let out a soft, shivering laugh. “You’re still here…” she whispered.“Of course,” Jerald murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, his thumb tracing along her cheek, lingering. “I’ve never left… and I never will. Not for a second.” His voice was low, almost reverent… a promise, a tether, a lifeline.She sat up slowly, wincing slightly as her body protested, and he immediately leaned closer, helping her steady herself. “Easy… take it slow,” he said, his hands firm but gentl
Ruin Me, Master. Affection!
Chapter 149. The house was quiet now… quiet in a way that felt almost sacred, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath after the storm that had passed. Jerald carried Jasmine from the bed to the living room sofa, gently lowering her onto the cushions as if she were fragile glass… though he knew she was anything but fragile. Every bruise, every scratch, every tear-streaked cheek spoke of the fire she had endured, yet she had survived it… and she had endured it with a strength that made him ache all over.He knelt beside her, still holding her hands in his… fingers tracing the lines of her palm as if memorizing them, as if keeping a piece of her with him would ensure she was never lost again. She lay back slightly, eyes half-closed, catching little glimpses of him in the dim light, her chest rising and falling unevenly, each breath shallow but slowly finding rhythm.James had called the doctor immediately, and soon a calm presence entered the room, carrying his medical bag
Ruin Me, Master. Her Guilt.
Chapter 148.Jerald carried her through the door like she weighed nothing at all… though he knew every ounce of her suffering, every bruise, every trembling breath she had endured, pressed against his chest like a knife. The house was silent, dark except for the soft glow from the hallway lights, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. He moved swiftly, decisively… each step a promise that she was safe now, that no one would ever touch her again without paying in full.“James… call the doctor. Now,” Jerald said, his voice low, dangerous, but steady, the kind that brooked no argument.James bolted to obey, knowing better than to question him. Within minutes, the doctor arrived, a calm, efficient presence that contrasted sharply with the storm that Jerald carried with him. Jerald didn’t speak as he laid Jasmine carefully on the bed, brushing damp hair from her face, his dark eyes scanning her for every wound, every sign of pain.He sat on the edge of the bed, fingers entwined
Ruin Me, Master. Touring Her.
Chapter 147.Jerald’s dark eyes swept over the room, sharp as a blade, every nerve in his body humming with controlled fury, and yet beneath the control, a fire raged. His chest heaved slowly, but each inhale was laced with the scent of retribution. His hands, still steady on the gun, flexed around it, knuckles pale, every finger ready to unleash judgment.He looked down at Jasmine for a brief heartbeat… her hair damp, streaked with tears, her wrists red and raw, her eyes wide and trembling, yet alive with defiance… and the sheer injustice of what she had endured made his blood boil hotter than he thought possible. His mind replayed every detail… the smug grin of the manager as he circled her, Vera’s triumphant, cruel smile, their laughter echoing off the walls while she had screamed and fought and cried.How dare they touch her? How dare they humiliate her, terrorize her… my woman… my life… my obsession…His heart hammered violently in his chest, a dangerous, wild rhythm, and yet his
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