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For this one word, he would willingly go through hell and back ten thousand times for Jonah.
Jonah didn’t dare to leave Julien’s side, but he also didn’t dare to sleep next to him for fear of accidentally touching his wounds.
He could only lie down on the couch and make do for the night.
Originally, he didn’t want to sleep at all. He wanted to stay by Julien’s side until dawn.
But in the middle of the night, he became too exhausted and eventually closed his eyes, drifting off into sleep.
In a groggy state, Jonah smelled the cool scent of ointment and felt something heavy on his body.
With a surge of willpower, he abruptly opened his eyes.
“Jonah…”
Under the moonlight, Jonah saw Julien sitting bare-chested on top of him. His fair skin, glistening with sweat, was so beautiful under the soft moonlight.
His exquisite face was still flushed, obviously still feverish. His trembling legs were tightly wrapped around Jonah’s, as if he were afraid the man beneath him would escape.
Their eyes met, and the breathing of the two men gradually became hurried in the quiet room.
The air grew hotter and hotter.
“What are you doing?” Jonah’s gaze was full of restraint, but the veins on the back of his hand were throbbing.
“I can’t… think straight from the fever…”
Julien’s gaze grew confused. His breath was ragged as he touched his burning forehead.
“I dreamed of you, and when I opened my eyes, I saw you. I can’t believe you’re really here with me… I just wanted to make sure that all of this is real…”
In the darkness, Jonah’s neck and earlobes flushed red.
His breathing became heavy as he slowly raised his hand. He landed his warm palm on Julien’s abdomen, gently caressing the smooth skin.
“Do you still think this is a dream?”
Under Jonah’s touch, Julien trembled as if electrified. Finally, he leaned in and grabbed Jonah’s face, kissing him fiercely.
Their silhouettes intertwined, filling the room with their kissing sounds.
“Jonah, can you let me be with you? I don’t want anything. Just let me be with you. I don’t mind, even if we can never be public.”
Jonah’s dark eyes shimmered with profound affection.
He couldn’t hide it or contain himself any longer. He knew exactly what he was doing. At this moment, he was more awake than ever before.
“From now on, I’m yours. Yours alone.”
With tears in his eyes, Julien nestled into Jonah’s bare yet strong chest. He felt a happiness he had never felt before.
Lately, Jameson had been busy dealing with the troubles brought to the company by the Taylor family.
The losses incurred by the Tsulu resort project had been somewhat mitigated, with Jameson sending people to visit and compensate for the injured and deceased. He also orchestrated media coverage to salvage the reputation of the Schmidt Group.
In secret, the officials from Tsulu responsible for the incident had been successfully bribed by Jameson, using a combination of money and women’s seduction. They had agreed to minimize the negative impact of the incident and ensure that it wouldn’t affect the project’s construction in the future.
Amber’s sacrifices were essential in this process.
Though Jameson had stopped her from selling her body after the incident with Inigo, she still had to be around those lascivious, high-ranking officials to secure Jameson’s interests.
This was Amber’s only remaining value by his side.
She had no turning back now because her value as Alyssa’s substitute had been lost. If she lost this as well, Jameson would abandon her completely.
Others’ abandonment meant discarding, but Jameson’s would mean destruction.
With a tumultuous fate, she had fought tooth and nail to survive to this day. She wanted to live well, not endure a life of misery, and end up with a tragic death.
That night, Jameson returned from his business trip to Mosgravia with an extremely grim expression. As soon as he entered The Millennium’s gates, Amber, who greeted him, shivered and hastily took a few steps back.
“Mr. Schmidt…”
Jameson stared at her coldly, as if seeing someone he could never have through her.
“Mr. Schmidt, Ms. Altman has done a great service for you in Tsulu.”
Sensing something was amiss, Carl quickly smiled and spoke for Amber. “Those high-ranking officials are willing to work for you, thanks to her. She persuaded them.”
“Persuaded? Or seduced?” Jameson sneered disdainfully.
Amber lowered her head and stared at the tips of her red high heels. Her throat felt so constricted that she had difficulty breathing.
Carl awkwardly chuckled. “Ms. Altman is The Millennium’s manager. She has managed this place well for years and cultivated many connections in Solana City. You know that, right? Ms. Altman is very skilled in negotiation and manipulation, all thanks to your guidance.”
“It’s just a brothel. If it weren’t for the bigger picture, would I care?”
Jameson’s gaze softened slightly as he withdrew it from Amber’s flushed face. “If she can’t even do this, she might as well die and not waste any air.”
Carl glanced at Amber, unsure of what else to say.
“Oh, wait. Apart from managing the place, she might still have some use.”
Jameson suddenly turned toward Amber. With a menacing look in his eyes, he approached her. “If I were to give this woman who resembles Lyse to Sir, what do you think his reaction would be?”
Amber’s pupils trembled in fear, and her slender legs under her skirt shook violently.
“Last time I visited him, I felt like his eyes were all over you.”
Jameson grabbed her chin forcefully, lifting it with enough force to crush her jawbone. “I can confirm he’s taken an interest in you.
“It seems he isn’t as refined as I thought. Since he can’t obtain the real person, having a fake around for a feast of the eyes and to satisfy his desires might not be a bad choice.”
Amber’s eyes were red-rimmed, with tears glistening as they emitted a plea of helplessness. “Mr. Schmidt… please… please don’t send me to Mr. Justin.
“I’ve been loyal to you for so many years… Please don’t send me away… I beg you!”
“What value do you have?”
Jameson, who had been holding back his anger since his return, unleashed it all on Amber. He pushed her forcefully in the chest.
Amber stumbled back two steps, banging into the wall with a dull thud. Her back felt cold and painful.
“Carl, pack her things. Send her to Mosgravia tomorrow.”
“No!”
Amber knelt at Jameson’s feet. Tears streamed down her face as she clasped her hands together. “I swear to serve you faithfully! I’ll never betray you! I’ll do anything you ask. Just please don’t make me leave!”
Her tears and fear were genuine. But even she couldn’t discern how much of her words were true.
Jameson had been her savior, lifting her out of a life of homelessness and destitution and giving her a home.
She couldn’t forget him teaching her to ride a horse, play the piano, appreciate wine, Grunslandish, manners, and many more.
She was able to undergo a complete transformation, all thanks to his hands-on training and guidance. Before returning to Solana City, Jameson was her everything, the light she pursued throughout her life.
But now, she finally saw through him.
Since the day Jameson had her undergo plastic surgery to resemble Alyssa, she should have realized.
He only saw her as a tool to be used and discarded. There were other women to replace her if she were gone. Her salvation was just a coincidence.
Was such a person who had brought her back to life only to trample on her body and dignity still worthy of her love and loyalty?
“Mr. Schmidt, I know you’re angry, but please, be rational. Calm down.”