Todos los capítulos de Crossing Lines With His Brother: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Heather woke up in Jason's bed. Her gaze fell on his sitting figure by the window. His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his broad chest, as he worked intently at his easel. She slipped out of bed, barefoot, and padded over to him. The painting had taken shape, revealing a clear outline. In the soft silk sheets, she lay draped in a languid pose, her bare body gracefully illuminated in the artwork. Her expression was serene, not seductive, but almost pure, as if her form was something to be revered. Heather wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. "So, this is how beautiful I am in your eyes, Jason? Is it because you've secretly been in love with me all along?" Jason coldly swatted her hands away. "Touch me again, you can get lost." He was in the zone, completely absorbed in his painting, unwilling to let her break his concentration. As if their fiery, passionate encounter mere moments ago had been nothing more than a creative spark for him—nothing but a tool to inspire hi

As Jason hung up the phone, his face sour, Heather couldn't help but feel a gleeful sense of triumph from her little prank. She had successfully forced him into buying a pregnancy test. Not long after, she emerged from the bathroom to find Jason leaning against the wall, waiting for her. Pouting, Heather said, "It didn't show anything. I think I might be getting my period soon though, there was a little blood." Jason showed no reaction—no relief, no disappointment. Heather figured that, aside from anything involving his first love, nothing else really seemed to matter to him. In his eyes, she was probably no more important than Chrishell, just another insignificant passerby.His indifferent attitude inexplicably irritated her. She commanded, "I didn't bring any sanitary pads with me. Go to the store and get me some." Jason's gaze darkened as he stared at her, it was not exactly friendly. Heather bit his ear teasingly. "It's all your fault for being so rough lately. My stomac

Heather walked out of the Jenner family home. Just before she could get into her car, Brett caught up with her. His face was dark with anger. "Heather, what do you mean by this?" "In the literal sense of it," Heather said calmly, leaning against the car with a faint smile. "I'm offering a fair price. Don't tell me you can't afford it, Brett." "You're really drawing the line this clearly?" Brett's frustration simmered. "I'm not looking at just this land that you own. The investment for that entire area is huge. I thought you'd support me more." Heather reached out, hooking her arm around his neck. For a moment, Brett thought she was trying to get close to him, and instinctively, he leaned back slightly.But he didn't pull away, looking at her with an expression that tried to seem tender, as if he could still play the part of the devoted lover. Heather's lips curved into a slight smirk. Without warning, she flipped open the collar of his shirt. Beneath it, a fading red mark

Heather stayed by her mother's side for two days, and at last, her mother really woke up. Overwhelmed with emotion, Heather clutched her mother's hand, crying and laughing. Heather's mother, who was still a bit disoriented, glanced at Jason, who had come by to help bring food. She asked, "Is he my son-in-law?" Heather corrected her mother softly as she fed her, "Mom, this is Jason. Don't you recognize him?" But Heather's mother, confused, persisted, "Isn't Jason my son-in-law? You two have played together since you were both kids." Heather didn't bother correcting her again. She continued feeding her mother and stole a glance at Jason. Over the past two days, he had been around constantly, and it wasn't just Heather's mother who was muddled. The nurses and doctors had all assumed he was her boyfriend. Heather hadn't told anyone that her mother had woken up—not her father, and not Brett. They were preoccupied with buying up land, not only the parcel Heather had sold but also

Heather wiped the corner of her mouth, glancing at Jason with irritation. "What are you staring at? You think I'm pregnant or something? It's your terrible cooking that made me nauseous." Jason furrowed his brow, his gaze lingering on her. He didn't respond, but the way he looked at her was unsettling. Heather took a breath, walked over to him, and suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck. "Jason, do you want me to get pregnant? To have your child?" He pulled her arms away. "Don't. I don't want that." Heather was so frustrated she wanted to bite him. "You're heartless! You say you don't want it, but you don't even bother using protection!"Jason frowned and moved away from her, with the same disgusted expression on his face as always. He acted like he couldn't stand being around her, and that only fueled her desire to get under his skin. She clung to him tighter, and before he could pull away, she bit down on his jaw, hard enough to make him wince. His brows furrowed ev