Free Web NovelChapter 142: Are you jealous?
Julian didn’t pull away. He actually chuckled.
Lyvana felt a sharp, cold sting in her chest.
Wait. Am I jealous? she asked herself. The feeling surprised her.
Sasha squeezed his arm affectionately before letting go to reach for her green juice.
Lyvana’s throat felt tight.
"Well," Sasha said, taking a long sip of her juice. She gazed at Lyvana with a friendly but piercing gaze. "I hope you don’t mind if I steal him for an hour. His muscles won’t fix themselves."
Julian looked at Lyvana. He seemed to notice the change in her expression.
"Sasha, let’s have a raincheck," he said.
Sasha froze with her green juice halfway to her lips. She blinked, her playful smile faltering for the first time. "A raincheck? Julian, your back is probably like a board. If we don’t do the alignment now—"
"Not today," he interrupted. "I’ll call you tomorrow to reschedule."
Sasha looked from Julian to Lyvana, and then back again. She realized she was being dismissed. freёwebnovel.com
"Oh," she said softly. "I see."
She reached for her gym bag, the confident swing in her step gone.
"Catch you later, Julian. Nice meeting you Lyvana."
She walked towards the door which opened immediately for her, acknowledging her biometric code.
"Why did you send her away?" Lyvana asked quietly.
Julian picked up a glass of water. He watched the water swirl for a moment before setting it down.
"She is distracting," he said simply.
Lyvana blinked. "Distracting? She’s your therapist. She says your health is her priority."
Wait, why did she sound annoyed? she thought.
"My health is fine," Julian countered.
He pushed his chair back and stood up, slowly walking around the table until he was standing right in front of her. "But I can’t focus on training when you’re standing there looking at me like I’ve committed a crime."
Lyvana looked up at him, her throat feeling tight again. "I wasn’t looking at you like that."
"You were." A small smile touched his lips. He leaned down, placing his hands on the arms of her chair, trapping her in place. "You were jealous, weren’t you?"
She wanted to lie. She wanted to tell him she didn’t care who had a key to his home or who touched his arm. But under his gaze, the lie died in her throat.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I was jealous."
Julian smirked. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he reached out and lifted her effortlessly from the chair, pulling her body flush against his.
She gasped, her hands instinctively catching his shoulders for balance.
He didn’t stop there. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there.
A shiver ran down her spine.
"You don’t need to be," he murmured against her skin.
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his grip on her tightening as if he never intended to let go.
"Because I am yours."
He looked into her eyes. He saw her fear, but he also saw the desire she couldn’t hide.
His thumb brushed across her lower lip.
"You drive me absolutely insane. The way you blush, the way you bite your lip when you’re nervous, the way you keep looking at me like you want to devour me..."
"I do not look at you like that," she said shyly.
His lips crashed against hers in a deep, desperate kiss. He kissed her like he needed her, like he had been holding back for too long. She tasted sweet, like the juice she had just drunk.
Lyvana’s mind told her to stop. But her body didn’t listen. Her skin felt hot, her breath uneven. God... she wanted him so much it almost hurt.
What the fuck is wrong with me, she scolded herself. Yet her body wouldn’t listen.
He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They didn’t stop kissing even as he carried her to the bedroom.
He set her down carefully and turned her around. Now she was facing the bed. His bare chest pressing gently against her back.
He kissed her neck, pressing his hands against every inch of her body. Every touch was driving her crazy.
She moaned as he slipped his hands underneath her dress touching her bare skin.
Just then the front door beeped.
Both of them froze.
"Liv? You decent?" Emily’s voice echoed from outside. "I got your key! And snacks! Come open the door!"
Julian pulled away, his breath hot against her skin. They both stared at the open bedroom door, to the living room.
"It’s Emy," she whispered.
Julian swore under his breath, his eyes dark with frustration.
"Emily has the worst timing in the world."
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Martha quietly chopped her vegetables, her knife rhythmically hitting the board as she listened to the maids whispering in the corner of the kitchen.
"Regardless, she is carrying the heir," Suzie, one of the maids said, leaning in close. "Mrs. Susan wants them to get married in secret. That way, his marriage to Ms. Lyvana will be void."
The other maids gasped, their eyes wide.
"Where did you hear that from?" one freckled maid asked in a hushed tone.
"Clarisse told me herself," Suzie said proudly.
Martha paused her chopping and looked up.
"You three better stop gossiping," she chided. "If Madam Susan catches you, you will all be looking for a job elsewhere."
The kitchen went silent immediately, as the maids hurried back to their tasks.
Martha turned back to her vegetables, her brow furrowed. If what they said was true, what happens to Alex.
No one knew, but she had seen him and Clarisse several times sneaking around.
She had seen them having sex in the kitchen and in the garden.
She wondered if Mark was responsible for that pregnancy or if it was Alex.
She was a grown woman, and she knew how to keep her mouth shut especially if it was none of her business.
She had raised these boys, so she knew a huge problem was coming.
Upstairs, a different kind of problem was already starting.
Mark stared at his reflection. Water dripped from his chin, soaking into his collar.
