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A war that doesn't know who the winner will end. Gerald chose to enjoy the beauty as much as he had time. He looked at his wife's long legs, which looked so smooth and smooth. It would feel like touching a baby's skin if he touched it. The lingerie didn't even cover half of her thighs. And Gerald unconsciously licked his lips.

Chapter 137: The Cost of a King Jacob's POV Gerald wasn’t looking so regal anymore. His clothes were in ribbons and his face was so full of desperate cornered-rat fury. He was crunched down, his own claws digging into the dirt and eyes glowing in a sickly fierce yellow. “You’re late to your own funeral, Jacob.” Gerald spat. I wiped a smear of blood from my lip and grinned. It wasn’t a friendly look. “Funny. I was going to say the same thing to you. Though, honestly, I expected a bit more... I don't know, flair? You look like a hobo fighting over a sandwich.”

The screen lit up. Gerald.

It was heartwarming and I was happy. Feeling bored, I decided to see the presents that had been brought in earlier today and while doing that, a particular one caught my eye. Tearing it open, I was shocked to discover that it was a novel but what caught my attention even more was its title. ‘The adventures of King Gerald’ it read.

“I couldn’t resist.” Jane bit her lip, struggling to steady her breath. “It’s… it’s okay.” Gerald’s lips curved into a smirk. “Your English is good. Earlier, your beauty took away my senses—I couldn’t even compliment you properly.” Jane flushed slightly. “I read a lot,” she admitted. “Books and online.” Gerald chuckled. “Bookworm.” His fingers traced lightly along her jawline, then down the column of her neck. Jane’s breath hitched as he tilted her chin up.

He said and walked out of the boardroom for all of them to sigh. “Then if the rumor is fake why did his stepmother say it?” One of the men ask his colleague. “I guess it’s hatred. I’m satisfied since he answered our call and rectified the doubt. In New York, it’s snowing heavily and it’s Christmas afternoon, Gerald walked into the dungeon where they locked the guard on duty when Mr Godson was murdered. Gerald look at the guard that was chained. “You said you knew the face of the nurse who last visited My father in law?” He asked for the guard to nod.

Gerald drove back home. He slammed the door of his. Car after getting down, he walked into the. Mansion, he stared blankly at the interior for an a. while. Everything felt and seemed empty. He was about walking up the third stairs to his room but paused when he got to Emerald’s room, a room they shared for only one night; he pushed the door open. Walking inside it, he could still perceive her sweet fruity. scent, his eyes roamed around for a while before it landed on the cracked frame lying on the floor.

I don't want to spoil my daughter. "Just want to read a book." I brought the book behind. The book was given by the physo violin, although I don't want her to be nice to me. "What are you doing?" asked Gerald when I came back behind me. I showed the book that was given earlier to Gerald. I climbed back into his lap. "I'm getting heavier, huh?" Gerald just shook his head. I smiled, reading the title. And can't wait, read the contents inside. My smile is fading, damn it! The German language.

Nadia’s pov I pushed open the study door, the weight of it groaning and the familiar scent of ink and old paper hit me. Gerald was seated behind the massive desk andscribbling something with maddening focus. His sleeves were rolled up, hands stained faintly with ink busy and focused in the paper work. He raised his head up to look at me as I walked in. “Oh, they told me you were here,” I said, approaching towards him. Gerald didn’t look up right away. “You didn’t show up,” he said holding onto the papers.

Gerald pretended to be hurt. XXX