His Dangerous Love novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69 Feeding Her

This posture stirred up memories of last night, and Elianna, who had just been dealt with, didn't dare to resist.

She felt a surge of anger but kept it to herself, staying silent.

"You've got quite the temper,"

Jefferson appeared to be in a good mood and didn't seem to mind, he applied a bit more pressure on her with his hands.

Elianna frowned and uncomfortably twisted her body.

"Wanna do it?" Jefferson chuckled with a hint of mockery.

Elianna realized what he was referring to and attempted to sit up, bracing herself against the armrest.

But just as she started to rise slightly, her shoulder was firmly pressed down.

"Don't be naughty!"

His voice was clearly tinged with impatience.

Thinking about her purpose for today, Elianna sat back down.

The chair beneath her was swiveled halfway to face the table. "You haven't eaten yet. Just have some food."

"He finally remembered that I hadn't eaten yet." Elianna thought to herself.

"I don't like leftovers,"

"Well, there's something fresh."

Jefferson was referring to the home-cooked dishes Kenley had brought.

They were stored in thermal meal boxes, so the food was still warm.

There were several small dishes, elegantly presented and colorful. Kenley even shaped the carrots into flowers. It seemed like she had put in a lot of effort.

If Kenley knew that after all her efforts, the food ended up in Elianna's stomach, she would probably be furious.

After all of these things, Elianna started to feel hungry. She ignored the man below and began to eat her delayed lunch.

The dishes had a slightly sweet taste, and Elianna felt a bit cloying after a few bites. She reached for some water, but her hand was intercepted by Jefferson.

He reached his hand over her chest and twisted open the cap of the mineral water bottle before bringing it to her lips. "Have a drink."

Elianna wasn't quite used to this kind of care and attempted to take it from him. "I can do it myself."

He shrugged his wrist, causing the water in the bottle to splash over his front.

"You..."

Before she could finish her words, the bottle was brought to her lips again.

"Be a lamb. Have some water."

She couldn't refuse and had to open her mouth.

Jefferson fed her with a playful smile.

After a few sips, Elianna didn't want any more water, but Jefferson kept pouring.