Contract Marriage: The Replacement Groom novel Chapter 51

51 Villainous Valen- Verbal fight. 

Valen walked up to the maid and without formalities, grabbed the hose spray from her and walked back to stand a few inches from Jeslyn. He pointed the spray at the oblivious Jeslyn before turning the sprayer on. (1) 

Feeling the coolness of liquid on her pale shiny skin, Jeslyn jolted up in alarm, making the hat fall off in the process. The waist scarf she tied loosely on her waist also came off. 

She stood there staring at the little daredevil who had a straight face and was still spraying her water. Jeslyn took off the white wireless earbuds off her ears and placed them on the table beside her, close to the juice and the phone she received that morning from Maverick. 

“Little devil, I have tolerated you enough.” She said through gritted teeth as anger washed over her. 

With her bikini dripping water, she wore her slippers on her finely shaped feet with pretty glass nails that looked like they were done recently. 

Seeing that things were about to get messy, Valen smirked and threw the hose to the side, waiting for Jeslyn to take the first step before he dashed towards the other side of the pool. 

While Jeslyn chased, Valen ran. The two ran around the big pool and also ran through the large compound with Jeslyn screaming for him to ‘stop right there’. 

Valen has a small frame, so he was able to navigate through narrow places while Jeslyn had to take the wide parts, causing her to lose the little devil many times. 

“I said stop running!” She screamed in anger but who was Valen to listen to her? 

The maids couldn’t help snickering or shaking their heads at the big and small figures zooming past them, while the guards had their backs turned and heads lowered, preventing themselves from seeing their Madam’s body. 

Who wants their heads to roll? 

“What are you doing!!” An angry feminine voice boomed, stopping Jeslyn in her tracks. Valen didn’t stop like Jeslyn, but slowed down and headed towards the pool. 

He knew who owned the voice, so why should he care to start explaining himself? Only that foolish woman has a drum of explanation to give. 

Mulan took large steps with her heels clicking to stand in front of Jeslyn. Her eyes spitting fire. “What do 

you think you are doing?” 

While asking, her eyes roamed Jeslyn’s body and she almost spewed blood. 2 

How could a person be this gorgeous? Her face was already something she cannot contend with, but now her body too?! 

Mulan had thought she had a great body until today. Looking at the well-proportioned peaches that were properly covered by her bra and her flat tummy with a small belly button, Mulan swallowed. She glanced down at Jeslyn’s straight long legs and bit her lips. 

Jeslyn doesn’t have the hourglass figure like Piper, nor does she have the vertical triangle shape like 

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Mulan. 

Jeslyn’s shape is what they call the pear body shape. Small bust, thin waist, wide and round hips, full thighs, and beautiful straight legs. (2) 

Jeslyn wasn’t fat nor overly skinny, so her body shape fit right where and how it should be, making her drip with sexiness. 

Mulan felt her throat going dry. She’s a woman… a straight woman for crying out loud! But her heart was racing while looking at the enchanting body. What would happen if Maverick sees this? 

Her face darkened at the thought. 

“Are you done ogling at my body? Do you like what you see?” Jeslyn asked with a smile. 

She knows how beautiful she is, but you see this body of hers and her face, she treasures it like she treasured her grandfather, so she takes proper care of them. 

After all, she’s a singer. A profession that places emphasis on an artist’s body. 

Even though that was so, Jeslyn was naturally gifted and nothing she eats would make her fat. However, she never slacks off on her morning routine, except now that she is facing crises. “What nonsense are you wearing?!” Mulan fumed. 

“It is called a bikini. Have you never heard of it, seen, or worn it before?” Jeslyn looked at her with distraught. 

She just realized now that her waist scarf was gone and her body was still wet from the water spray. “Why are you wearing something like this in this house?” Mulan asked with a suppressed voice. “It’s my husband’s house and I wear whatever I feel like. Do you have a problem with that… laaady?” Jeslyn stretched the word ‘lady’ intentionally to anger Mulan more and she didn’t fail to achieve that. Mulan was raging but was trying hard to not let it show. The urge to slap the pretty face in front of her was vanquishing her senses. 

“There is a man, guards, male servants, and even a child living in this house! Don’t you know that?!” She barked. 

“Oh, so you agree now that Valen is a child? While teaching him such atrocious manners, you forgot he’s a child, didn’t you?” 

Jeslyn beckoned to a maid standing not far away and ordered her to get her waist scarf. 

She was feeling a little shy standing naked in front of so many guards and servants, so she really needed to cover up, after all, that peacock was truly too young to see her like this, but then, why would she allow Mulan to think she won? 

Jeslyn looked around them, all the guards had their heads down and backs turned. Valen was far away and the rotten kid was lying on the lounge, minding his business.