Chapter 130 He Looked Like a Playboy
The wound had just been rinsed with cold water and the temperature was low, but Jefferson's kiss was hot.
Jefferson maliciously licked the red area, which caused Elianna to tremble uncontrollably until her tears welled up.
When Elianna was finally released, the wound had been numb in pain.
Elianna couldn't suffer in vain. So she looked at him with teary eyes. "Have you cooled down, Mr. Larsen?"
Jefferson sneered and ran his fingers from her cheek to her neck.
"Just getting started."
Elianna shrank back, about to say something, when suddenly there was a noise outside.
Someone had entered!
How could this be? Hadn't Roger's henchman left?
If someone saw Roger in such a state, they wouldn't be able to leave.
In her state of panic, Jefferson casually walked out.
Elianna wanted to stop him, but it was too late. She had to follow him out.
However, the situation outside was different from what she had imagined. It was a stunningly beautiful woman standing at the door.
When the woman saw Jefferson, she greeted coldly, "Mr. Larsen."
Upon seeing Roger unconscious on the couch, she looked a little pleased.
But she quickly held back these emotions. "I'll take you out."
Elianna was confused, watching blankly Jefferson and the woman walking out.
Jefferson frowned as he saw her motionless. "Come on, reluctant to leave?"
The woman finally looked at Elianna and furrowed slightly. "Who is she..."
Jefferson confidently wrapped his arm around her waist. "My young brother's fiancee."
A hint of surprise briefly appeared on the woman's cold face, but she quickly concealed it.
She nodded as a form of greeting.
She led them out through a different route from the one Elianna came, passed through several doors, and quickly came outside.
The woman stopped in her tracks. "If I go any further, I'll be recognized. You two can go on your own."
"Okay, thank you."
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