Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31 I Demand You To Love Me 

Alva grabbed the front of his shirt, rubbed her face against his chest, and then buried herself in his arms. 

Jackson looked down at her. Under the light, her skin was porcelain-like, smooth and tender. Her face was flushed, with long curled eyelashes. She was so well-behaved, softening his heart like a puddle of mud. 

But he could only smile bitterly. 

She trusted him so much that he didn’t dare to do anything to 

her. 

She was his angel, and he couldn’t hurt his angel. 

He carried Alva to the bed, covered her with a blanket, and 

went to the bathroom. 

Not long after, he came out with hot water and a towel, wiping her face, hands, and feet, taking care of her like a child. 

Alva didn’t move at all; she was sleeping deeply. 

Jackson felt helpless. 

In the future, he must never let her drink with someone else. 

Otherwise, she might be taken advantage of without even knowing it. 

After tucking Alva in and watching her for a while, he stood 

up and left. 

Instead of lying on his side, Jackson took a glass of wine and stood at the railing outside, looking at the closed bedroom door, taking occasional sips. 

On such a night, it was impossible not to feel moved, but he could control himself. 

After an unknown amount of time, faint sounds came from the bedroom. Jackson paused and immediately opened the door and went in. 

“Alva?” He rushed in and quickly stopped. 

Alva was crying, her eyes tightly shut, tears wetting her face, it was heart-breaking to see. 

She was murmuring, her voice barely audible. 

Jackson bent down, bringing his ear closer. 

“Please… please let my child off…” 

“Please… Uriah…” 

Jackson straightened his body. Uriah, was it this person who hurt her? 

Imperial Grand View. 

A famous villa area. 

At this moment, inside a modern European-style building, warm lights were on, adding a touch of warmth to this cold villa. 

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Bella sat at the dining table, hands propped up, intertwined, looking at the person sitting across from her. 

“I cooked these dishes, taste them.” 

Uriah raised an eyebrow. 

Clearly not believing her. 

Bella flipped her chestnut-coloured, wavy long hair, seductive and captivating. “What’s wrong? Do you dislike the dishes I made?” 

Uriah didn’t answer, picked up the cutleries, and took a brightly coloured piece of ribs into his mouth, and ate it. 

Bella asked, “How is it?” 

She looked at him expectantly. 

Although she found the taste good herself, he had a picky palate, and she didn’t know if it suited his taste. 

Uriah wiped his mouth with a tissue and looked at her. “It’s. not bad.” 

Bella raised her lips. “Although I really wanted you to say it’s good, if you were to say that after my first attempt at cooking, it would be too insincere. I’ll accept this answer.” 

She raised her glass. “I’ll make sure your future reply will be ‘good”” 

Uriah looked at her, a flicker of darkness in the depths of his eyes. “No need.” 

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“Why?” 

“It’s dangerous.” 

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Bella’s eyes filled with a smile. “For you, even if my hands get injured, what does it matter?” 

She was willing. 

The dinner went well, and the atmosphere was pleasant. 

Bella had consumed quite a bit of alcohol. She sat on his lap, embracing him. ” Uriah…” 

Uriah held her hand. “Bella, you’re drunk.” 

Bella looked at him with drunken eyes. ” Uriah, I don’t want to wait until we’re married. I want to give myself to you now.” 

Uriah’s dark eyes sank. 

However, other than that, there was no change.