Built His Empire Then Watched It Burn When He Cheated novel Chapter 605

Jonathan pulled Anneliese onto his lap. The ribbon on the front of her silk blouse had been tugged loose, causing her collar to hang askew and revealing her fair shoulder and red marks left on her skin by his burning kisses.

"Hey… Stop messing around. Jess and the others are waiting…" Anneliese still held onto a shred of clarity and pushed Jonathan's lightly.

Hearing her words, Jonathan raised his head. However, he pressed another hungry kiss to her flushed lips. His breath spilled out hot and heavy, barely restrained.

"Let them wait…" he murmured. Then, as if displeased by her distraction, he bit her lower lip lightly.

Anneliese let out a soft whimper.

Hearing her soft voice, Jonathan was momentarily stunned before suddenly gripping her waist tightly and kissing her more fiercely.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the private room, along with faint noises of an argument.

Anneliese jolted by the commotion and instantly sobered. She was convinced someone might barge in at any moment.

This time, she pushed him with more strength and bit him.

Jonathan sucked in a breath of pain and finally pulled away from her.

"That hurts…" he complained. "You said you missed me so much, yet you want to bite me to death?"

Hearing his slightly slurred tone, Anneliese was taken aback and wondered if she had bitten him too hard.

Instinctively, she cupped his face and said anxiously, "Let me see."

Then, she realized the lights in the room were still off, so she could barely make out the hazy outline of his handsome features and deep eyes.

"I'll turn on the lights." She pushed him gently and hopped off his lap.

Jonathan didn't want to let her go, but he also knew this wasn't the place.

As he released her, Anneliese quickly flicked on the lights.

The sudden brightness stung her eyes. She blinked and turned around, only to find the scene before her to make her flush in embarrassment.

Jonathan sat with his legs slightly apart. The first half of his white shirt was unbuttoned, and his black tie hung loosely across his chest. His suit pants were creased badly. More importantly, across his open collar was a distinct scratch mark from her fingernails.

Did I really hurt him badly? she thought.

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