《Taming The Devil's Queen 》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

Kelvin I watched him in quiet disbelief as he tipped the bottle back and downed almost all its contents in one go. For a man who used to preach control and discipline, Jayden was drinking like someone trying to drown something much heavier than thirst.Four days.That’s all that’s left before the deadline his father gave him. And yet… Anna still hasn’t said yes.The fact that the almighty Jayden Blackwood, the man who never hears “no,” the man people fall over themselves to please, is struggling to win over a woman? Honestly, it’s both hilarious and tragic. Boy must be hurting.“What?” he barked, catching me staring.“Nothing,” I said, shrugging, though I didn’t look away.Jayden turned cold after his mother’s death. It wasn’t sudden, it was more like watching ice slowly spread across a lake. He blamed himself for not being there when she took her last breath, and that guilt hardened something inside him. He wished so much for her to open her eyes for even a second but his wish never

Jayden Shanghai welcomed me with its usual chaos as the wheels of my private jet kissed the tarmac with a soft thud, and moments later the cabin door swung open, letting in a rush of air that smelled faintly of jet fuel and rain. I unbuckled my seatbelt slowly, like a man who had the world waiting on his next move because, well, it was.The flight attendant offered a polite smile and a “Welcome sir,” but I barely spared her a glance. My sunglasses slid into place as I took the first step onto the staircase.Below, the black limousine waited, sleek and spotless, the company emblem gleaming on its polished surface. The driver, already standing at attention, rushed to open the door. “Good morning, Mr. Jayden,” he said, head slightly bowed. Silence.As I settled into the leather seat, the door shut with a soft click as the world outside blurred into motion. The city was waking, glass towers catching the morning light, streets pulsing with people who would never know what it felt like to

KelvinI swallowed hard as I took hesitant steps toward the room. Mr. Alexander, Jayden’s father had suddenly invited me for lunch. Lunch?. The word sounded harmless, but with this man, nothing ever was.I already knew what this was about. He wanted to find out how far Jayden had gone with getting a girlfriend.And how on earth was I supposed to tell him that the possibility of that happening was as thin as a strand of spider silk?. I still don't understand why Jayden is hell bent on having a woman who doesn't want him when there are millions of ladies willing to do anything just to be with him. Phew! That jerk isn’t even in the country, and that meant I had no backup. I was on my own.Two bodyguards stood like statues by the entrance of the private suite. One of them pressed a button, and the glass door slid open with a soft hiss.My heart slammed in my chest.The room was enormous, white walls, gold accents, and a long dining table set perfectly at the center. The scent of roasted

JessicaThe soft chime above the confectionery door rang as I stepped in, the sweet scent of vanilla and warm pastries wrapping around me like a welcome. It was a weekday afternoon, yet the place buzzed with quiet sophistication, perfect for a discreet meeting.I adjusted the strap of my designer purse, scanning the room until my eyes landed on him. Mr. Alexander Blackwood, Jayden’s father seated by the window, impeccably dressed as always, a cup of espresso resting untouched in front of him.For a moment, I hesitated. The man had an aura that commanded attention without trying. “Good afternoon, sir,” I greeted, flashing my most polite smile as I approached his table.He looked up immediately, and the sharp lines of his face softened. “Jessica,” he said with that rare, approving smile. “You look radiant as ever. Please, have a seat.”I sat opposite him, crossing my legs under the table. “Thank you for coming, sir. I really appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule to meet

Jessica“Looking for me?”The voice floated in calmly from behind. I turned, still fuming, ready to lash out again… but froze.The woman who stood before me wasn’t wearing a manager’s tag. She carried herself with quiet authority. Even the staff around her straightened immediately.She looked at me the way someone looks at a spoiled child making a scene. And somehow, that infuriated me even more.“Who are you?” I asked sharply.She walked closer, her heels soft but deliberate. “I’m the owner,” she said simply. “Anna Tyson.”My stomach twisted. The owner?I wasn’t expecting that.Still, I lifted my chin. “Good. Then you’re the one I need to speak with.”“I’m listening,” she said, folding her arms.“This..” I pointed at the lady still rubbing her cheek. “This so-called manager of yours just laid her hands on me! And your staff stood by while I was attacked in your establishment. I hope you understand how serious that is.”Her expression didn’t change. She didn’t flinch. She just stared