Chapter 1388 - 1387: So Ruthless, That Bite Was So Hard
Charles Northwood lay completely still, occasionally glancing upward.
"Solar eclipse."
Tara Jameson: ......
Oh, come on!
After much effort, she managed to get him onto the bed, took off his shoes, and tucked him in.
"A tree isn’t like that, it plants its roots in the soil, not its entire body."
Tara Jameson was on the verge of breaking down.
"Get some sleep! Close your eyes!"
Tara Jameson shouted angrily.
Then she turned and left the room.
After getting the hot water, she saw Mrs. Jameson had tidied everything up.
"I’m going to rest now, you should get some rest too."
Mrs. Jameson said.
"Okay."
Tara Jameson carried a basin of water into Charles Northwood’s bedroom and wiped his face.
After changing the water, she washed his feet to help him sleep more comfortably.
Once she’d finished all the tasks, Tara Jameson was about to leave when Charles Northwood suddenly grabbed her.
Huh?
Now he’s not a tree? He can reach out with his hand?
"What are you now?"
Tara Jameson asked curiously, leaning in.
"Your husband."
Tara Jameson’s eyes widened, what, what?
"Uh!"
Before she knew it, Charles Northwood pulled her down, pressing her beneath him.
"I am your husband."
He looked at Tara Jameson seriously.
Tara Jameson’s face flushed, unsure if he was drunk or...
"Let me go."
"No!"
Charles Northwood lowered his head and kissed her, not allowing any refusal.
Tara Jameson panicked; she was particularly conservative and absolutely would not engage in physical relations before marriage.
So, she immediately opened her mouth and bit down, flooding their mouths with the taste of blood.
Charles Northwood felt the pain and sobered up a bit.
"I’m sorry."
Realizing their position, Charles Northwood quickly got off her and sat to the side, rubbing his temple.
Tara Jameson wiped the blood off her lips, worried she might have bitten too hard.
"Sorry, I was drunk."
Charles Northwood kept apologizing, scratching his head.
Seeing him like this, Tara Jameson’s embarrassment lessened.
"I know you were drunk."
𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
She lowered her head, sitting there adjusting her disheveled clothes.
Her heart was still racing, her blood boiling.
"I’m going back to my room to rest; you should rest too."
With that, Tara Jameson left, embarrassed.
......
Nia Mitchell lay on the sofa, happily munching on strawberries, her feet swinging contently.
"Madam, you should eat less fruit; dinner will be served soon."
Young Master Peary was always punctual; if he said he’d be back in half an hour, he wouldn’t be late.
Judging by the time, the young master was almost back.
Nia Mitchell glanced at the fruit platter beside her.
"It’s okay, there’s only a little left anyway."
Judging by sight, there were less than ten strawberries left on the plate.
But these strawberries were particularly big and sweet.
This was why Nia Mitchell ate strawberries almost every day without getting tired of them.
They’re just too delicious!
"If the young master finds out you’re eating like this, he might..."
Frederick Goldsmith hadn’t finished talking before seeing Nia Mitchell put down the strawberry she held.
"Take the fruit platter away, I’ll wait here for Uncle to come back and then we’ll have dinner together."