Chapter 39

“You’re so generous, it feels great. Angelia has a good eye, finding such a good young man to bring home.” The village chief said, pouring another bowl for Jerome.

“Chief, if you let him drink so much, he will get drunk.” Angelia objected.

“Men will always get drunk a few times. There’s nothing to do this afternoon, and if there is, I’ll take care of it.” The village chief said, patting his chest.

“I toast to the village chief and his wife. Thank you for your help these past few days, and thank you for taking care of Angelia and Alyssa in the past.” Jerome took the initiative to clink his bowl with the village chief and his wife, and drank all the wine in one gulp.

“Good drinking capacity, good drinking capacity. I like to associate with straightforward people like you, so domineering.” The village chief said, pouring more wine for Jerome.Angelia was really worried.

“Drink less, although rice wine tastes good, its alcohol content is actually very high, especially for this kind of wine that has been stored for more than ten years.”

Jerome had never drunk it before, didn’t know how strong it was, and thought it was the same as red wine. Drinking it so quickly, he felt a bit dizzy.

“After we finish thanking everyone, I won’t drink anymore. These past few days, the people in your village have helped us a lot. I see that they helped with washing and serving the food.”

“Then I’ll drink with you,” Angelia picked up the previous white wine bowl and stood up with Jerome.

Jerome said, “Thank you all for taking care of and helping our Angelia. I’ll drink this bowl first in respect.”

“It’s our pleasure,” everyone also picked up their bowls and stood up. The scene was quite spectacular.

Jerome drank all the wine in one go. Other people also drank one after another. Jerome felt really dizzy after finishing the wine.

Angelia knew he must not be feeling well and said to the village chief, “He drank too much. You all eat first. I’ll take him to sober up.”

“Oh, okay,” the village chief replied.

Angelia pulled Jerome up and walked towards the west room, scolding him with concern, “The alcohol in the homemade rice wine in the countryside is very strong. I can get drunk after drinking one bowl, but you drank so much. You didn’t even eat anything.”

“Angelia,” Jerome interrupted her words. Angelia turned around to look at him.

“The wake is over now, and your grandmother has been laid to rest,” Jerome said.

“Hmm,” Angelia replied. His eyes became a bit hazy, and he held the back of her head, kissing her on the lips. Overwhelming and domineering, with a strong smell of alcohol, it directly rushed into her body.

Angelia’s nerves seemed to be paralyzed, her brain blank, only hearing her heart beating violently, bang, bang, bang.

It seems like she only drank a little bit of white wine earlier, but now she seems drunk, with weak limbs and inability to think clearly.

Jerome didn’t go any further and let her go, looking at her intently.

Angelia licked her lips and asked in confusion, “Is this a kiss?”

Jerome replied with a question, “What do you think?”

She didn’t know what she was thinking just now, couldn’t distinguish properly, only felt wet and hot, as if poisoned, unable to think clearly.

Jerome picked her up and Angelia was startled, holding onto his neck and asking, “Jerome, are you drunk?”

“No. If I were drunk, how could I carry you?” Jerome said, entering the room and putting her on the bed.

He locked the door and closed the curtains. The room instantly became dark.

The atmosphere was subtly changing, as if something was fermenting, tempting, and shouting in the darkness.

Angelia’s heart was racing, clearly he was the one who drank too much and should be the one sleeping, why did it become her?

She sat up from the bed.

Jerome sat next to her, staring at her with a focused and meaningful look, as if he wanted to devour her.

Angelia felt embarrassed by his gaze and became uneasy, “Um, there’s nothing to do this afternoon, you didn’t sleep yesterday, so you should rest first.” She tried to stand up.

Jerome quickly pressed down on her shoulder, pushed her back onto the bed, leaned over her, propped his hand on her side, hormones gathering, waiting to erupt.

Angelia became even more nervous, her spine stiffened, anticipating that something would happen.

She couldn’t figure out if she was resisting or looking forward to it, or if she couldn’t refuse it in her heart.

Jerome kissed her lips again. It wasn’t his first time kissing her lightly, but it was the most nervous time for her so far.His hand went under her skirt, and he undid the clasp on her back.

Memories from the last time in the restroom flooded her mind.

It seemed like he had started this way too.

Jerome’s kisses gradually moved downwards, and she realized what he was about to do.

Angelia tried to stop him, but before she could say anything, he kissed her again, this time more passionately.

She was too overwhelmed to think, and when he finally let go of her, all her buttons were undone.

He looked at her, and she remembered the time when she was his hotel manager, and there was a power outage.

He had rushed into her room, thinking something was wrong, and he had seen her.

But that time was nothing compared to this, and she covered his eyes, telling him not to look.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen before,” he said, taking her hand away and kissing her palm, patiently coaxing her.

Angelia’s hands were trembling, and she wanted to pull away, but she was too entranced to move.

He pressed her hand against her belt, and his voice was hoarse as he said, “Angelia, help me undo it.”

Her heart was pounding, and she didn’t know whether to do it or not.

Jerome didn’t force her, though; instead, he was even more patient, kissing her forehead, cheeks, lips, chin, ears, and neck, moving lower and lower.

Angelia felt ticklish, and when she tried to move away, she accidentally undid his belt buckle.

She panicked and let go of his hand.

Jerome’s hand went inside her pants, and Angelia was at the edge of her nerves.

She held his hand and said, “Jerome, wait a little longer.”

She would wait until after her divorce, and then she wouldn’t have any psychological burden.

He frowned, his eyes full of desire, and his body was like a tightly stretched rubber band about to snap.He didn’t want to wait, kissing her lips again and again.

Angelia dared not look at him, afraid that one glance would make her sink into it and unable to extricate herself.

But at this rate, she could clearly feel her willpower weakening.

“Help me,” Jerome said hoarsely in her ear, with a seductive and alluring tone.

Angelia’s heart skipped a beat, feeling a tingling sensation in her ear.

She really couldn’t bear it.

She had read in books before that men were very uncomfortable at this time.

Her face turned red, and she had little experience in this area, not knowing what to do, so she just stood there in a daze.

Jerome was helpless.

“When will you be willing to give in to me?” he asked.

“Um, just wait a little longer,” Angelia apologized.

Jerome didn’t hide the disappointment in his eyes, but he also saw that she was unwilling.

He didn’t want to force her, so he got up with a bad face, not looking at her, trying to ease the heat that was still surging in his body.

He didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol, but his rationality was weak and he couldn’t suppress it.

Angelia knew he was angry, and she was also sad.

She even had the urge to give in to him, anyway, she and Sammie were not really husband and wife.

She really liked him, didn’t she?

She got up and hugged him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Jerome’s body trembled slightly, slowly looking at her, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

He really didn’t understand, so he asked directly, “When will you be willing?”

“I don’t want to become like Sammie, wait…wait until after I divorce,” Angelia said.

Jerome’s eyes lit up with excitement, “You’re willing to divorce?”

Angelia nodded, “Wait until Alyssa is rescued…”

Angelia didn’t finish her sentence, as Jerome impulsively kissed her.

The suppressed emotions were already difficult to control, and this kiss made them even more intense.Even though it was uncomfortable, he still wanted to kiss her.

Angelia remembered last time when he did something to her, a flash of insight crossed her mind, and she pushed him away, “Um, do you want to take care of yourself first?”

“What?” Jerome frowned, his voice becoming sharper.

“I mean, don’t many men do that kind of thing for themselves?” Angelia blushed.

Jerome’s face became ugly, “Who told you that?”

“Darcey, when we went on a business trip and stayed together, she told me,” Angelia explained.

It wasn’t a guy who told her, so Jerome’s face softened a bit, “I don’t need to.”

“Oh. Oh, okay,” Angelia nodded randomly.

Does this mean he’s not a promiscuous person?

Actually, she admired the chaste and pure male god, and her eyes didn’t hide her liking for him.

It seemed like her eyes were shining and emitting a glow.

Jerome’s body temperature couldn’t drop, and now, he couldn’t control it and didn’t want to control it anymore.

He lowered his head and kissed her again.

She felt the temperature in his mouth rise several degrees.

Time seemed to be moving, yet it also seemed to be standing still.

Her brain couldn’t think, but she also felt particularly satisfied and fulfilled, and her heart was warm.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes…ten minutes…

He never left her lips.

Until…she could clearly feel his excitement, and he kissed her with greater force… (use your imagination).

Afterward, he didn’t leave, and his gaze became even more affectionate as he looked at her.

Angelia felt embarrassed and looked down with her eyes flickering.

Unfortunately, he didn’t speak or move, and the affection between them fermented.

“Angelia,” Jerome called out, his voice carrying an irresistible charm.

“Hmm?” Angelia responded.

“I need to wash up,” Jerome said.

Angelia’s face turned red and her heart ached.

She felt that this kind of intimate tone was only used between couples.

“I will go out and buy you some clean clothes,” Angelia said.

“The luggage is in the trunk of my car,” Jerome replied.

“Okay, I will go get it. You can enter through the back door since there is a performance going on in the front. Also, my room doesn’t have a bathroom,” Angelia explained.

“Okay,” Jerome responded, getting up from his seat.

Angelia didn’t dare look at him and quickly left the room. As she passed by the outdoor dining area, a villager asked her if her husband was okay.

“He’s fine,” Angelia replied, feeling uneasy. She then headed towards Jerome’s car but realized she forgot to take his car key.

She slapped her forehead, feeling too nervous to do anything properly. She returned to the western room and before she could knock, the door opened.

Jerome looked at her deeply and said, “You forgot the key.”

“Okay,” Angelia replied, keeping her head down. Just hearing his voice made her heart race. She stole a glance at him and saw that he was dressed elegantly, as if he had walked out of a book. His demeanor was cold and distant, and it was as if the wild and confused person from earlier never existed.

As for her, she was still stuck in the previous atmosphere.

“I’ll go take a shower first, and then we can shower together later,” Jerome said.

“Huh?” Angelia looked at him in a panic.

He only gave her a meaningful look and headed towards the bathroom.

Jerome meant that he would finish showering and then let her shower, not that they would shower together.

What was she thinking just now?

She went to the trunk and took out Jerome’s luggage. As she did, a rural woman approached her and asked, “Are you okay? Why is your face so red?”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. When I drink alcohol, my face turns red,” explained Angelia.

“How is your husband? He’s never had rice wine from the countryside before, so he’s definitely going to get drunk. I don’t think he’s even eaten anything.”

“Oh, he’s okay, he’s okay,” Angelia said nervously, playing with her hair.

“Then come back and eat some more later. I haven’t seen you eat anything,” the rural woman said with concern.

Angelia nodded and walked towards the bathroom.

The village woman washing dishes laughed and said meaningfully to the rural woman, “He Xiu, don’t worry about the young people. Angelia and her husband have a good relationship. Haven’t you seen how rosy and radiant Angelia’s face is?”

Angelia felt like their conversation had a suggestive tone.

She walked faster with her head down and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Come in,” Jerome said.

Angelia hesitated and said, “No, no, no, I won’t come in. I put the suitcase by your door, you can get it yourself.”

“Can you help me take it down? I’m wearing a white T-shirt and khaki pants. You can grab the rest,” Jerome said.

“Okay.” She thought the suitcase might get wet if she brought it in, and it would be inconvenient. She squatted down and saw that it had a combination lock. “What’s the password?”

“Three ones.”

She opened the suitcase.

Jerome was a neat freak, and his clothes were arranged more neatly than a girl’s. She found the white T-shirt and khaki pants, and randomly grabbed a pair of black pants.

Suddenly, she felt embarrassed again.

What was she thinking?

“I got it,” she said.

Jerome opened the door, just finished showering, and his hair was still wet. He was only wearing a bath towel.

This bath towel was the same as the one in the Marriott International room she stayed in before. The supplier had sent her many of them and insisted she try them out.Angelia handed him the clothes.

Jerome held her hand and pulled her into the bathroom.

“Jerome, Jerome, Jerome, what are you doing?” Angelia asked nervously.

Jerome laughed and said, “I’ve touched it already, can’t I look at it?”

Angelia’s face turned even redder.

“The villagers are watching, they just said something.”

“What did they say?” Jerome asked patiently.

“That, that thing,” Angelia said hesitantly.

“Which thing?”

“That thing!” Jerome pointed to her nose.

“They are stating the fact, no need to feel guilty.”

Angelia was speechless.

She changed the subject and asked, “Have you finished washing?”

“No,” Jerome replied.

“Then, what should I do?” Angelia shrugged her shoulders and didn’t know what to say.

Jerome looked at her shy and confused expression, which made her look like a naive girl instead of a married woman who had given birth.

He felt a strange emotion and looked at her with indulgence.

“Then, help me wash,” he said.

“You wash it yourself,” Angelia said without thinking.

“Then let’s wash together,” Jerome said.

Why did she feel that he was so charming now? She shook her head.

Jerome slowly approached her.

She realized that he might kiss her again.

He was still not wearing clothes in the bathroom, and this situation was too easy to get out of hand.

She covered his mouth and shouted, “Jerome.”

She didn’t expect her voice to be so soft.

He melted at her shout.

Jerome didn’t want to tease her anymore.

“Okay, I’ll let you go,” he reluctantly let go of her and took the clothes from her.

Angelia quickly walked out of the bathroom and saw the rural women who came to find her.

Her face turned red.The rural women realized it wasn’t the right time and said with a smile, “Sorry, we’ve disturbed you.”

“No, no, I just came in to give him some clothes,” Angelia explained.

“It’s okay, young people are bound to have strong desires. It would be good for Alyssa to have a younger brother soon,” the rural woman said.

Angelia felt that things were getting more complicated and asked, “Sister-in-law, is there something you need from me?”

“My husband is drunk, and I need to take him home first. I’m sorry, I’ve already asked the elders in the village to help. If you need anything, come to my house,” the rural woman said.

“Okay, it’s uncomfortable to be drunk. Take care of him, and thank you for your help,” Angelia said.

“You’ve thanked me many times, it’s nothing. I’ll be going now,” the rural woman left.

Angelia went to the west room to get her clothes to change, and she heard Jerome’s phone ringing.

“What? Are you sure about this news?” Jerome asked, with a sharp and urgent tone…

Angelia came over, and Jerome had already dressed and come out of the bathroom.

“There are still two tables for the people who helped in the village. Do you want to come and eat?” Angelia asked.

Jerome shook his head and looked at Angelia firmly.

Angelia felt that he had something to say to her and had a bad feeling. She asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Angelia, if I didn’t come to you this time, what would you do about Amanda Charles?” Jerome asked.

Angelia thought of the scene when Amanda Charles made her grandmother angry, and her eyes became misty.

These days, she was busy with her grandmother’s funeral and didn’t have the energy to think about anything else.This time Jerome asked her, and she thought about it carefully.

She took a deep breath to ease the tension in her heart and said with red eyes, “Amanda Charles was too harsh. If it wasn’t for her, my grandmother… she might still be alive.” Jerome could understand Angelia’s feelings.

When Angelia’s grandmother was critically ill, Angelia almost collapsed, let alone watching her grandmother die in front of her.

“My grandmother was a Buddhist. Even if she was bullied or taken advantage of by others, she could forgive with a smile and tell me to be open-minded. But someone like her was actually killed by anger.”