His Charming Wife novel Chapter 8

As soon as they had returned to his room.

Jasper Milton placed Stella Grace on his bed, teasing her again and again.

In just a moment, her dress was thrown to the ground.

Her black underwear was exposed.

He unfastens the buckle on her back and pushed her bra up.

She was just as tender as she was three years

ago.

His senses were heightened.

Jasper Milton put his mouth on her and twirled her nipples around...

Her moans made his hormones rage more vehemently.

He endured this surge, and his warm lips traced down her abdomen.

He did not want this to happen the same way. Three years ago he had only given her pain.

Stella Grace felt nervous. She felt warmth in a strange place.

"Federick, be gentle,” Stella Grace said in a trembling voice.

Jasper froze, and his hands stopped moving. He stared at her blushing little face with mixed emotions in his black eyes.

Her eyes were closed and her eyelashes were trembling.

There was a serious problem, she did not even know who he was.

Jasper Milton's eyes tightened and he got up in annoyance.

Someone else out there should feel happy about this.

He walked quickly to the bathroom and turned on the tap.

Coldwater trickled down his head.

His eyes went darker.

After he calmed down, he left the bathroom.

Stella had fallen asleep, and her clothes were still on the ground.

Her slender legs were bent slightly, and her belly was very flat and well-toned.

She was seductive, enchanting, beautiful yet distant.

He helped put on her clothes, placed her head on a pillow, and covered her with a blanket.

He sat at the top of the bed and stared at her.

The room was very quiet as if the passionate encounter earlier was just an illusion.

Three years ago, he had destroyed her first

time.

Was it because of him that she had such a poor relationship with her husband? Jasper Milton's eyes filled with guilt and pity.

He got up and walked out the door.

Lieutenant Johnson held some morning-after pills in his hand and said, "Chief, if she eats these in 72 hours, she won't get pregnant."

Jasper Milton frowned. "She will not need these."

"Is she at a safety period?" Asked Lieutenant Johnson in surprise.

Jasper Milton looked at Lieutenant Johnson coldly. His silence was deadly.

Not daring to look at Jasper’s eyes, the Lieutenant Colonel lowered his gaze.

Jasper Milton glanced at the pills in the hands of Lieutenant Johnson, there were mixed emotions in his deep eyes. "I did not touch her."

"Huh?" Lieutenant Johnson paused.

Did that mean that the chief was still yet to experience it?

That was... too unfortunate.

He could not understand his chief at all. How could he practice such abstinence?

"Arrange a female officer to take care of her now. Your mind shall forget everything that happened tonight," Jasper Milton ordered.

"Oh." Lieutenant Johnson replied.

"Also, go and purchase some premium female toiletries." Jasper Milton ordered.

"Oh." Lieutenant Johnson looked at the chief doubtfully.

What was the chief thinking?

The woman was already in his grasp, but yet he did not take her. And now he still wanted to go after her?

Johnson did not understand.

In the morning.

Stella Grace opened her eyes.

She felt extremely hungover, she had a pounding headache.

She sat up and looked around.

The blankets were all military green.

There were two books neatly placed on the bedside table. One was closed, with a bookmark placed in between. The other was a book written in Russian. It was open and was full of notes.