A Night of Desire

And he seemed to have grown even greedier than he was twenty years ago.

To prevent him from turning on her, she could only placate him.

So, she softened her tone and said, "Adam, it’s not that I don’t want to give you money. If you were really strapped for cash, of course I’d help you."

"We had a thing in the past, after all. I still value the connection we had. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to you for that favor over twenty years ago."

"You got a huge payoff that time, too. After all, you’ve been living it up on that pile of cash for years."

"But you have to be considerate of me, too. My money doesn’t grow on trees. You need to be a little more careful with it."

"Jean, now that’s the right way to think. Besides, you’re Mrs. Grant now. You really care about this little bit of change? Like you said, we had a thing. For old times’ sake, I won’t make things too difficult for you. But you’d better not let me down."

As he spoke, Adam Warren slipped the card into his pocket, then suddenly remembered running into Skylar Hayes yesterday.

"Jean, there’s something I need to ask you, though."

"What is it?"

"It was yesterday. I was on my way home after calling you, and I accidentally ran into Skylar Hayes..."

"What? How could you be so careless?" Jean Jarvis erupted. "Did she recognize you?"

"Of course she did. She even grabbed me and went on about how I’d ruined her life, and her daughter’s too. I mean, I kidnapped her back in the day, so I can see her saying I ruined her life, but what’s her daughter got to do with me?"

"Oh, that... Ever since she divorced Cedric Grant, she’s believed the divorce traumatized her daughter, so she’s probably just pinning the blame on you." Jean’s eyes flickered as she offered the explanation, then she quickly continued,

"Adam, Skylar Hayes recognized you. I don’t think you can stay in Novaria any longer. What if she goes to the police? I know it happened over twenty years ago, and it would be difficult for them to gather evidence, but you should leave, just to be safe. Go lie low for a while. You can come back after the heat dies down."

"*Tsk.* Hide? Why should I hide? You said it yourself—it would be hard for the police to find any evidence. Besides, she’s just one woman. What kind of trouble could she possibly cause?" Adam Warren said dismissively.

But Jean was terrified. Skylar Hayes might not be able to stir up much trouble by herself, but her son-in-law was Seth Quinn! If he got involved, was there anything he couldn’t accomplish?

"Adam, just go lie low! What if the worst happens? You could go to jail! And what good is money if you’re behind bars?"

"Fine, fine, have it your way. I’ll go lie low for a bit." Adam didn’t really mean it, but he agreed just to calm Jean down.

Hearing him agree, Jean breathed a sigh of relief and placed a hand on her chest. ’As long as Adam leaves and Skylar can’t find him, this will all probably blow over after a while.’

She was so preoccupied with these thoughts that she didn’t notice Adam’s gaze following her hand down to her chest.

Although Jean was almost fifty years old, she had taken excellent care of herself ever since she’d gotten with Cedric Grant. Her skin was still smooth and her breasts were full.

A lecherous glint appeared in Adam’s eyes. He reached out and took hold of Jean’s other hand, which rested on the table, making no effort to conceal his desire for her.

"Jean, being a wealthy man’s wife really is different. Look at your skin... it’s no different than it was twenty years ago... no, wait, it’s even fairer and smoother. The shape you’re in, you could tell people you were thirty and they’d believe you."