His Dangerous Love novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33 Does it Hurt?

Jefferson was casually dressed today, in a simple black T-shirt. The style was basic, but the person wearing it was anything but ordinary.

He held a half-burnt cigarette between his fingertips, glanced at Elianna, and raised his hand to check his wristwatch, revealing a slight smile.

"You're here."

Even though he was smiling, Elianna had a sense of impending doom.

Her throat felt dry, and her legs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead. She nodded slightly.

Unperturbed by her uneasiness, Jefferson patted his side and said, "What are you standing there for? Come and sit."

Elianna felt like a puppet on a string, being led by Jefferson and sat down beside him.

The sofa sank like a quagmire, enveloping her.

The hand holding the cigarette gently caressed her face, and the cigarette smoke curled her hair slightly.

The scorching heat lingered around her ears, and Elianna dared not move, afraid that she would accidentally become an ashtray.

Suddenly, the temperature rose, and she instinctively closed her eyes, feeling a touch on her eyelid.

"Have you been crying?"

Elianna stiffened and opened her eyes, meeting Jefferson's mocking gaze.

"Are you so unwilling to see me?"

"No, it's not like that."

Elianna instinctively denied it. Her intuition told her that if she didn't explain herself clearly, she would suffer a terrible fate.

"I cried in the morning, and it was because of something else."

Jefferson arched his eyebrows, "Was it because of Asher?"

Elianna didn't deny it. There was no point in wasting a ready-made excuse.

Jefferson could tell that she was lying with just one look and flicked his wrist.

The pain in her shoulder made Elianna shrink her neck, and the cigarette ash fell onto her fair skin, leaving a hint of redness.

Elianna didn't dodge or avoid. She turned her head to look at Jefferson and asked, "Are you not angry with me anymore, Jefferson?"

This kind of reaction surprised Jefferson a little. He stared at Elianna for a few seconds, then he smiled and stood up to put out his cigarette.

His gaze swept over the red mark, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, but I deserve it."