Semua Bab Easy, Mr. Bigshot: Bab 301 - Bab 310

My hands wrapped themselves around Jethro’s neck. I couldn't think straight.I heard myself whispering, "Jethro, please... I can't take it anymore…""You asked for this, Serena. I won’t entertain any pleas for mercy."…Our session lasted for over an hour.Jethro laid on top of me, breathing hard. Seeing how flushed I was made him beam smugly. "How was that?" he asked.I rolled my eyes and looked away sheepishly, determined not to give my very obvious answer. He already knew how I felt. Hadn’t he heard how loud I was?"What's with that face? Are you unsatisfied? Should we go at it again?" he teased, deliberately reading my expression wrong.If I weren’t dead exhausted, I would’ve slapped him.When Jethro noticed how tired I was, he felt bad for me and carried me to the bathroom, placing me in the bathtub. He then proceeded to give me a gentle wash. It felt nice, if I didn't count him massaging my most erotic part while he was at it. I couldn't stop it even if I wished I coul

“You were trapped in a traffic jam, weren't you? It's okay. Jethro explained it to us earlier,” Mom explained, oblivious that Doris was faking her confusion. The anxiety in my head went wild. Doris' first words had already set the tone for how bad this meeting was going to be. Even Jethro was visibly upset. "What traffic jam? That's just an excuse Jethro came up with." Doris tidied her hair a little. "The truth is I forgot all about this meeting and agreed to a spa trip with my friends."Mom finally caught on to Doris’ real attitude, and a glare came over her. Jethro's expression darkened too. "Please watch yourself, Mother," he chided. Doris might not like me very much, but she certainly wouldn't embarrass her son too much. So she shot me a glare but said nothing. I had to do something, so I said, "I’m sure we’re all starving. Let's eat, yeah?"The servers began bringing out the food, which at least thawed the atmosphere a little.Doris didn’t speak, so Jethro decided to

I was still upset by the time we got home. I knew my parents didn’t care about me or my happiness, but to hear them use my marriage as an easy windfall? That was just chilling.A call from Jethro’s mom came in as soon as we reached Verdantia. There was nothing much to it, just a cryptic request for him to go home. I could guess that it was about what happened in the hotel though, and that made me nervous. Jethro was wearing an awkward expression—he had to be thinking about what to say to me. "Go. Don't worry about me," I said and feigned a smile.Pretending not to care hurt. I really wasn't the kind of person who could face these hurdles completely unfazed.He smiled and planted a light kiss on my forehead. "I'll be back sooner than you know it."My smile vanished the moment he did. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I needed to talk to my mom. I hailed a cab to the place where my family was staying. The door only opened after I knocked for a good while. Sean

I raised my head to stop my tears from falling. "I know you don't mind losing money, but you know what my parents are like. If you give in to them this time, they'll ask for more next time. I don't want them to drag you down.”Jethro looked bewildered, probably surprised to see me take a stance against my family. "Okay, we'll go with your decision," he said after a moment. He had been listening to me and honoring my every decision ever since we got back together.The next day, Jethro went to give them the 50,000 dollars. I didn't tag along to avoid another conflict, but I asked him how it went when he got back. He answered me rather perfunctorily, but I could tell that my parents hadn’t shown him the best of hospitality. He was used to being respected and obeyed, and yet my parents treated him like he was below them. I was honestly impressed by how much he was willing to swallow for me. There were now three days left before the wedding. I was excited and nervous. Three more days

"Don't worry. I'm with you." Jethro gently squeezed my hand. His warmth made me feel much better. I took a deep breath and calmed myself, thinking I had to meet his family at some point.Jethro led me through a long hallway that opened up to a living room. A man in his 70s sat on the couch. His hair was snowy white and his eyes were piercing as if he could read one's thoughts with a glare.The old man immediately stared at me, studying me from head to toe. I felt the pressure mounting on my shoulders. I didn't even need Jethro to introduce him to know this had to be Jethro’s grandfather."H-Hello, sir," I finally greeted.He looked like he was going to be a tough one to please—"Oh, wow! Is this my soon-to-be granddaughter-in-law?" I was stunned. He sounded…friendly?I turned to Jethro, who was smiling and gesturing toward the old man. I walked toward Jethro’s grandfather while taking note of the glare Doris was shooting from the side. I stopped in front of him and hesitate