Chapter 913 - 478: It’s Not That Simple
"I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it..." Avery Jane shook her head. She had heard the story about "three men making a tiger" and knew not to trust what others said easily, but this girl was different; she was gentle, determined, and shone with wisdom. Moreover, she had no reason to deceive her about these things. Besides, many people had mentioned Evelyn Yates before. The name Lucas Yates was something she heard for the first time, and it caused her to feel inexplicable palpitations, and then her heart started to ache, a subtle pain, as if a terrifying insect took a bite into her fragile heart and slowly burrowed inside, inch by inch, unable to be driven away or escape. It was devouring her heart, trying to hollow it out.
:"Avery Jane, don’t be upset. If Joshua Hughes truly loves you, then you and he being together don’t need to care about the judgment of the world. Everyone has their own standard for evaluating things in their heart. As long as we firmly believe in love, we can bravely live on. The pain of love, like a surging sea, encircles us singing throughout our lives, while the joy of love is like birds singing in flower-filled woods. Our lives are spent from inside out in a balance of pain and happiness." Nora Thompson thought of the man who had been entangling her these days. Avery couldn’t understand because she had lost her past memories; she lost herself in her forest of memories, but what about Nora? She clearly remembered everything, but wasn’t she also lost? He planted the most terrifying yet enchanting blossoming flower of desire in her heart, blossom after blossom. He left a deep mark on her body, a memory so profound, she faintly smiled, looking at the sky, men are truly scary...
Standing by the window, outside he could see the most beautiful sea view, yet he had no desire to admire it.
:"Avery... Avery, where on earth have you gone..." Joshua Hughes’s handsome face was pale, murmuring Avery Jane’s name.
He could tolerate everything about her, tolerate her secretly running away this time. She wanted a bit more freedom, which he understood. After all, recently there had been endless incidents, and he or the people assigned to be around her watched closely, so she wasn’t very happy, he understood all these, it didn’t matter, but just don’t let him be unable to trace her; she still couldn’t remember anything now. In such a city, where could she possibly have gone alone?
In the lavish and opulent room, the rebellious and indifferent man stood quietly, fingers pressed against his sensual lips, silently awaiting news, eyes slightly tinged with crimson, his heart deeply tormented by anxiety. Another hand tightly gripped a phone; many people had been dispatched to find her, but when could he finally expect her? Further pondering made him feel close to madness, Joshua Hughes felt cornered, his heart surrounded by severe agony and torment. He clearly knew how cruel his past actions were to Avery Jane, yet back then he couldn’t care so much. He only wanted to possess her, to have her, and after having her he was still unsatisfied, wanting to entangle with her day and night, wanting her heart to also belong to him. He couldn’t bear her thinking of other men, even deceased ones weren’t acceptable, which led to all those actions. Time couldn’t be reversed, but he wished to change everything, yet it seemed destiny ruled over all, pulling her slowly away from him, a feeling always suddenly appearing, catching him off guard and unfoundedly scaring him.
In his life, possessing so much, yet still destitute, because of Avery Jane, the time spent with her is the most beautiful. The marvel of love lies in, from now on, having someone residing in your heart, making you longing and dreaming, as sweet as a dream. But is his dream perhaps about to wake up...
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Alexander King was nearly jumping up: "What did you say, she took a plane to Sydney this morning, why didn’t you go? Where is she staying?" This Nora Thompson became even stranger since that night, refusing any physical interaction—okay, he respected her, though harboring some grudges, unable to reconcile—yet she went for a solo trip. Just how terrifying was having relations with him? Was he that terrible? Indeed, she also seemed to enjoy it, what did this mean, really wanting a child, obtaining his essence only to shake him off, wasn’t that inappropriate? Wasn’t this way lacking morality? How could it be?
He ordered his subordinates to immediately book a ticket; he needed to hurry to Sydney and get clear with this woman.
:"You don’t need to bother, Charlotte said she wanted to have a good time alone." Isaac Thompson look displeased, now he had ample time, Nora had almanched some non-profitable yet energy-consuming enterprises, and handled a few real estate projects. Currently, he was the one with the most free time, wishing to accompany his daughter well, but his dear daughter voiced wanting time alone, so he dared not bother her. Yet Alexander King, what’s with him, sticking too closely, wasn’t it necessary to make Charlotte unhappy?
:"I’m not bothering her, I’m not bothering her, how will you have a grandson?" Alexander responded immediately and rushed outside. Fortunately, a flight to Sydney was promptly booked, and he should be able to catch the latest flight by driving to the airport now.
:"Which hotel is Charlotte staying at?" Alexander King halted and asked his father-in-law.
:"The tallest one." Isaac Thompson replied irritably, not daring to annoy his daughter, yet feeling resentful seeing Alexander King heading there, truly infuriating...
Nora Thompson wondered if her instructions were clear enough, aware it was a bit extreme, yet for her father’s sake, she had to instruct that way: "Avery Jane, please don’t tell anyone about our encounter because Joshua Hughes is far from being what you imagine, his power is so overwhelming that I can’t resist. Avery Jane, for my father’s sake, could you not reveal anything I shared with you?" At that moment, Avery Jane’s face had already turned pale as a paper doll, yet her eyes dimmed, and Nora’s heart clutched tight. It turns out a beautiful and sad girl can cause not only men heartache but also infect women with her emotions.
The tallest Ritz Carlton
The woman entering the lobby swiftly captured the attention of those guarding the entrance, no mistake about it, that was her. Quickly reported up.
:"Mr. Hughes, Miss Jane has arrived at the lobby and is now headed for the reception. We have just informed her and she should be going up shortly." The bodyguard murmured.
:"I’d like to ask which room Emma White registered for, I am staying with her." Avery Jane anxiously reached the counter, almost forgetting how she got here, her mind entirely occupied with thoughts that Joshua Hughes was not her husband, no, no...
She had completely forgotten how she asked for the room number, entered the elevator, and pressed the keypad; she remembered nothing at all...
The elevator numbers leapt floor by floor, Avery Jane thought of her encounter with Beckett Wright, who also said Joshua Hughes wasn’t a simple man; what kind of person is he really? A man called her husband, but was he? Avery Jane’s brain buzzed, as if countless bees with stingers were puncturing her skull, depriving her of any capacity for thought, what should she do?
The elevator doors opened, she moved like an ethereal soul, breath shallow, vision lifelessly seeking her room.
Suddenly, she was tightly embraced by strong arms, startling her awake, instinctively trying to struggle yet it was too late. The man clasped her wrists, before she could even catch her breath, his warm large hand grasped her soft silken hair at the nape, fiercely kissing her lips...
"Mm..." She groaned uncomfortably, provoking more fervent ravaging from the man...
Joshua Hughes’s force was fierce, one arm pulling her slender waist, the other holding her nape, breathing heavily, kissing that heart-palpitating softness deeply.
His kiss was beast-like, fiercely and uncompromisingly prying open her small neat teeth, curling her soft moist clove harshly, kissing and sucking hard, seemingly wanting to absorb her wandering soul entirely into his body, devouring it all completely...
Worried to the brink of madness, thoughts driving him insane, from realizing she secretly went to Sydney to again meeting her was merely brief, yet feeling like an entire century has passed.
He spent every second in anxiety, eternally dwelling in thoughts of meeting her, tightly embracing her, trapping her in his arms, deeply kissing her, longing to cradle her in his palm, fiercely adoring her with his almost manic obsession, his remorse, and the surging flames of love conveyed through such profound kiss, but does she know? Did she perceive how he loved her like this, does she know?
She almost couldn’t breathe, the man’s kiss too wildly fervent, nearly suffocating her. Such a feeling was only brought by one person, Joshua Hughes, did he come? She dared not open her eyes, warm tears slid down her cheeks, and the man’s warm lips slowly absorbed the tears on her face: "Where did you go, Avery? What happened?"
From the moment he stood at the elevator door, when the elevator opened, he sensed her unusual state, her body cold as if she’d been in an ice cellar, tightly holding her, wanting to impart his body’s warmth to her.
What happened, initially thinking she merely played mischievously, but now it seems perhaps it’s not that simple.