Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

"Since when did my Avery turn into a little tiger?" Joshua Hughes’s deep voice is intoxicating like strong liquor. Doesn’t she still care about him? She seems to be jealous, and this realization fills him with ecstatic joy. Because this affection isn’t just one-sided from him; she likes him too, doesn’t she?

"Yes, I’m a tigress, while others are the little darlings. Don’t all men like that?" Avery Jane huffed as she attempted to walk away, but Joshua went and grabbed her: "Avery, let’s stop this, let’s go back, okay? Tigers like to eat people. How about I let you eat me?" Joshua didn’t even see the woman Avery was talking about. He let her sit on the ground, watching the two people talk.

So, this is what he’s like. If she was the Avery he spoke of, then even being Avery for one day would make her die of happiness. The look he gave that woman was full of love and obsession, his tones were gentle and doting, and his embrace was warm and profound. The young girl bit her lower lip, realizing he wasn’t drinking because he didn’t like the women at home; he drank because he liked them too much. She lowered her head and sighed lightly. Such love is even more transient than the blooming of an ephemeral flower, more illusory than the moon in the water......

After this commotion, by the time they returned home, it was already late at night. He had drunk too much, so he was somewhat groggy despite being drunk. Her fragrance seemed like a good remedy for hangovers, making him inhaled deeply in fascination. After drinking, a man’s physical sensations become more intense, and his big hands began to rove into her clothes: "Avery, Avery......"

She was still angry, her little mouth pouted slightly, making her lips appear even fuller and alluring like a blooming flower. "Don’t call me. What was that woman’s name earlier?"

Just thinking about the earlier scene filled her with anger. Besides the smell of alcohol, his body carried a faint perfume scent, which belonged to another woman. In Avery’s heart, waves of highs and lows rocked her. She was glad he hadn’t actively touched that woman, but she was also angry that the woman’s scent lingered on him......

"Why did you drink? Were you looking for an excuse to misbehave?" Avery Jane looked skeptical. That kind of place is straightforwardly a playground for men to indulge in pleasure. What was on his mind when he went there? Was he just looking to use alcohol as an excuse to be reckless?

Joshua Hughes frowned: "How come I’ve never noticed this stubbornly unreasonable side of you before?" As he spoke, his big hand was tenderly exploring her warm skin.

"It’s not too late to find out now, that woman was so gentle." The jealousy was so overwhelming that it almost made her teeth hurt. Avery Jane regretted her words the moment she said them. What was wrong with her? She’s usually not like this. In her heart, she wanted to have a proper conversation with him, but her mouth wouldn’t stop being capricious and relentless.

"Mmm......" She softly moaned. This man was too bold. The bodyguard was driving in front, even though he couldn’t see anything, but still, how could they?

"Nonsense....." Her way of being irrational was incredibly adorable, just like a little cat with its fur all fluffed up.

"Is she prettier, or am I?" His big hand was wantonly misbehaving beneath her oversized coat, yet she remained pugnacious and stubborn with her words.

This is such a low-level question; she never thought she’d have to compare who’s prettier to someone one day. When she went in earlier, he seemed just drunk beyond consciousness. But before he reached that point, did he fool around with that undressed woman, just like how he was with her now? Avery Jane carefully scrutinized Joshua Hughes. Besides the faint sweet perfume scent, there didn’t seem to be anything else.

This isn’t just like TV dramas; it really happened like this. Women care about what men think about them; this question is as stupid as asking a man who he’d save if his mother and his girlfriend fell into water together. It’s both elementary and silly, but she just couldn’t help but ask.

When did she become this kind of woman? She seemed younger than her. Aren’t men all into that? They like something fresh and tender; that girl was like a sprout from the spring, making men’s mouths water out of yearning.

Before she burst in earlier, maybe he even indulged in having little touches of that girl.