All Chapters of I wish it were you: Chapter 1591 - Chapter 1600

Aron snapped back to reality and reminded himself that the last time he saw her lick her lips, he lost control and kissed her.He couldn’t let that happen again…He averted his gaze and said, “Don’t lick your lips when you’re eating.”Rachel quickly pressed her lips together, looking extremely embarrassed. “Sorry, I’ll pay attention from now on…”After that, she was overly cautious while eating her cake, visibly uneasy.She seemed to misunderstand, thinking he was criticizing her table manners.Watching her squirm and fidget while she ate, Aron let out a sigh and said, “When you do that, I want to kiss you.”She blinked rapidly and didn’t dare look up. In a quiet voice, she muttered, “Oh… I won’t do it again.”Then, a visible blush crept across her face.Aron turned his gaze away again. He couldn’t very well tell her not to blush, too.After finishing her coffee, she yawned and asked why coffee that was supposed to wake her up actually made her sleepier.Aron explained that there’s a

After washing up, Rachel headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. But after a glance around, she came to one conclusion: Mr. Knight lives in a fantasy world untouched by mortal needs.He didn’t even have a single egg or a pack of instant noodles!No matter how skilled a cook she was, without any ingredients, there was nothing she could do. Thinking of the porridge shop downstairs they’d passed last night—which probably sold breakfast too—she quickly got dressed to head out.Just as she was changing shoes, Aron’s bedroom door opened.“Stop,” he said stiffly.Rachel turned around and saw him standing at the door shirtless, wearing only a pair of long pajama pants.She was instantly reminded of last night—specifically, how she’d been in his arms, working with the pottery wheel. Come to think of it… he hadn’t been wearing a shirt then either…The memory brought a blush to her cheeks. Meanwhile, Mr. Knight didn’t seem fazed at all. He walked up to her, grabbed her wrist, and asked, “Where

The longer Rachel stared at the painting of herself, the more her face burned with embarrassment. She felt like digging a hole and hiding in it.Right beside her was a piece of white cloth, which she instinctively picked up to cover the painting.But as soon as she unfolded the cloth, her wrists were gently caught from behind.Mr. Knight’s deep, magnetic voice sounded from behind her.“The paint’s still wet. If you smudge it, you’ll have to take your clothes off again so I can repaint it.”He’d left the room earlier without closing the door, and Rachel hadn’t noticed when he’d come back.Now he stood behind her, holding her wrists as he slowly lowered them. His posture was almost an embrace.Rachel could feel his chest against her back. She was so flustered, she couldn’t say a word.Then his warm breath brushed her ear.“Or… are you hoping I’ll paint you again?”She immediately shook her head. “I just… I was worried dust might fall on it. I wanted to cover it with a cloth.”“No need f

Aron’s question left Rachel both amused and exasperated. Was he really that afraid she’d quit?But suddenly, she had the urge to tease this rich young master a bit.“Then what if I ask for an annual salary of a million? Would you still agree?” she asked with a smile.He chuckled, “I can give you even more.”Being held in his arms like this made her feel like a little girl acting coy in her older brother’s embrace.She had never acted cute with anyone before, and she certainly never expected that being pampered would feel so blissful.So she asked again, “Would you give me anything I want?”“If I have it, I’ll give it to you,” Aron said, gazing deeply into her eyes, his tone impossibly sincere.Rachel listened to that unwavering answer and finally understood why some women could be swayed by a few sweet words from a man—smiling foolishly, willingly offering everything.Those words really did make her heart flutter.Rachel, emboldened, asked, “Even things like cars and houses?”He chuck

Aron's kiss was so fierce it left Rachel breathless.She struggled desperately, like a restless bird fluttering in his arms.But his large, powerful hands easily pinned down her slender wrists, as though he'd clipped her wings.The moment she tried to resist, sharp pain seized her joints, rendering her completely immobile.All she could do was endure his kisses and let him do whatever he wanted.Perhaps because she stopped struggling, Aron's kisses gradually softened—from a storm to a drizzle.But his breath grew heavier, and his body burned hotter.When he tore her clothes off and pressed his aggressive kisses onto her shoulder, Rachel realized—she had become his prey.All resistance was futile; all reluctance had to surrender.She could only stay in his world, at his mercy.He wanted her, and she had to submit.So what if she didn’t want to be a backup?So what if she didn’t want to be his outlet?In the face of his physical strength and the power imbalance between them, she had no