At Your Disposal, Madam novel Chapter 69

Now it was half past eleven at night, why did Jamie appear at this time?

If her father saw him, would he scold Jamie?

Jamie hissed gently and said, “Fool, come out."

Jane jumped out of bed and took a look at herself.

She had already showered and was wearing a nightgown.

Jane hurriedly threw away the mobile phone, began to pick clothes.

Not this one, it seemed to be childish; Not this one, it's too plain...

She usually put on clothes randomly, but now, Jane had no idea, thinking that none of them was appropriate.

The wardrobe was turned upside down by her, finally Jane put on a milky white dress, took the bag, grabbed the phone and rushed downstairs.

Before going out, Jane looked around due to guilty and wondered whether Yates had fallen in sleep.

It was now eleven fifty in the evening.

If Yates woke up, Jane really didn’t know what to say.

Jamie came to her house in the middle of the night?

She herself did not know why Jamie appeard here at this time.

Her heart raced as she walked through the garden to the iron gate of the villa.

Jane opened the iron gate and saw Jamie.

He was standing under a tree, his shadow was stretched long by a roadside light.

Hearing the sound of the iron gate opening, Jamie looked over, his eyes were like bright stars.

His lips curled slightly and he said to Jane, "Jane, here you are."

Jane stood in still, feeling Jamie robbed her lines.

She stared blankly at Jamie.

They have not seen each other for two months, but Jamie looked more handsome.

Looking at the appearance of her idols, she did not feel this kind of heartthrob.

And as long as Jamie was looking at her with his charming eyes, she felt the heart like a fawn disorderly bumping.

Jamie came over and held her in his arms without hesitation.

Smelling the familiar cold fragrance of Jamie, Jane closed her eyes and put her face cunningly against his chest, just like a languid little cat.

"Jamie, why are you here?"

Jane raised her face and asked him.

As soon as the words fell out, Jamie's lips fell down. It was a gentle kiss, making her heart throbbing.

At last the kiss became hot and humid and lingering.

Jane was too young to handle it.

She couldn't take a breath, and her little face was red.

When she felt that she would die of hypoxia, Jamie finally relented and released her.

Jane gasped in his arms, her cheeks flushed.

"Jamie, you..."

Jane was ashamed and angry that Jamie kissed her as soon as he came.

Jamie, however, reached out his hand to touch her lips. The slightly warm finger belly touched over the lips, it seemed that it was ambiguous, tingling a person like current.

"You said you missed me, and now I'm sure you did."

Jamie chuckled softly.

He took Jane's hand and said, "Happy birthday, Jane."

It was just before midnight.

He uttered the blessing just in time for the last second.