His Dangerous Love

Chapter 8 I'll Take You With Me When Dying

Chapter 8 I'll Take You With Me When Dying

Jefferson unceremoniously put most of his weight on Elianna and clasped her shoulder hard as if intending to crush her bones.

She knew he was punishing her for her attempt to escape. Therefore, she gritted her teeth and endured it.

"Shall I send you back to the Bamboo Compound?"

Jefferson asked, "Do you want me to die?"

He leaned over and intimately whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. If I die today, I will take you with me."

Elianna shivered and couldn't help saying, "This is Larsen's mansion! Why did they dare to assassinate you here?"

In the night, Jefferson's deep eyes looked dim when he coldly said, "Do you think Larsen's mansion is clean? It's much dirtier here than outside."

Elianna didn't dare to think about the deep meaning of his words.

She gently helped him into the small building. She had wanted to let him stay in the living room. But others would misunderstand if seeing him here. So, she helped him into the bedroom.

Jefferson unceremoniously slumped on her bed and bossily raised his hand, motioning to her to undress him. After taking off his coat, she saw the shirt soaked with blood from the wound in his abdomen.

"You."

Jefferson took off his shirt with one hand, looked at the hideous wound on his abdomen, and smiled, "They are f*cking ruthless."

His muscles were tight under the thin skin. The blood on his honey-colored complexion made him look wild.

When Elianna wiped the blood around the wound with a clean towel, she thought it had been caused by a sharp knife. There was a lot of blood, but the wound was not deep.

She felt worried and said, "The wound needs to be bandaged. I'll go to fetch the first-aid kit."

Elianna had lingering fears when going out, fearing meeting those people again. But the quiet and deserted mansion had strangely returned to normal. She saw guards patrolling outside the garden and servants cleaning the yard.

If Jefferson's blood had not been on her fingertips, she would have thought the dangerous moment just now was a dream. The normality was even scarier than the quietness just now. She felt cold all over her body and could not help thinking about what role the Larsen family had played in the assassination.

"Mrs. Larsen, what can I do for you?"

When Elianna looked at the servant talking to her, her heart was racing. The servant had looked respectful and friendly during the day. But now, she looked like a demon. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Elianna calmly said, "I need a first-aid kit."

The servant hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Are you injured? Do you need me to call the family doctor?"

Elianna indifferently glanced at her and said, "I just need you to give me a first-aid kit."

Her attitude made the servant dare not ask any more questions.

No matter who wanted to kill Jefferson, they would not dare to do it again tonight after the failure. Even if they suspected her, they would not do anything to her.

...

"Ouch!"

After Elianna pressed the alcohol cotton on the wound, Jefferson's brows furrowed and then flattened. When she was about to press it again, he grabbed her hand and asked with a half-smile, "Are you taking revenge on me?"

She embarrassedly said, "I have no experience."

Jefferson wickedly laughed, "It's the first time too?"

He let go of her and lay down, saying, "Fine. You can practice with my body."

The words were serious. But when Jefferson said them, Elianna somehow felt he was talking dirty.

He was injured in his abdomen. So, when she cleaned the wound, her fingertips inevitably touched his skin.

Although they had had more intimate contact, they had been in the car on a rainy night last time. However, things were different now. The light was so bright that she could even see the desire in his eyes. So, she didn't dare to look at his low body. After treating his wound with difficulty, she stuck a medical patch on it.

While tidying up the first-aid kit, she said, "The wound has been treated. Go to bed early."

When she was about to stand up, he embraced her from behind, bit the back of her neck, and spayed his breath on her sensitive ear, saying, "Another place also needs you to deal with it."

Elianna blushed from her neck. She wanted to struggle but was afraid of reopening his wound, so she could only say, "You're injured."

Jefferson slowly unbuttoned her dress and said, "Yeah. So, you will need to do more later."

Elianna pressed his restless hands and said in a trembling voice, "Jeff, you helped me last time. But I also helped you today. We're even now, right?"

"It sounds fair."

Thinking she had managed to persuade him, Elianna breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's unsuitable for us to do such things. We should keep a distance... Jeff!"

Jefferson replied in a good mood, "I'm here."

"Didn't you say it was fair?"

He grabbed her resisting hands and pressed her down, saying, "It's fair. But why should I be fair to you? Who told you this is a fair world?"

"Shame on you!"

"If you go on scolding me, I'll f*ck you in front of Asher."

Elianna was so shocked by his shamelessness that she was at a loss for words.

He patted her face with the back of his hand and frivolously said, "Good girl."

Then, she was once again unwillingly pulled into the abyss of desire.

At first, she maintained her reason and remembered not to touch his wound. But later, her mind went blank, and her body became increasingly hot. So, she forgot about it.

When Jefferson saw the injury on her back, his eyes darkened. Although he didn't let her go, he avoided touching or pressing her back.

She had never known a night could be so long. She did not remember how many times she had cried or when she had fallen asleep. But she remembered Jefferson had turned her over and treated the injury in her back.

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In the morning, Elianna was woken up by the ringing of her phone.

She picked it up in a daze and hoarsely said, "Hello?"

Asher's anger burst through the phone when he loudly roared, "Haven't you gotten up yet? Did you do it on purpose? Hurry up and come here!"

Looking at the time, she found it was thirty past eight. A servant had told her the memorial ceremony would start at nine.

Despite the soreness all over her body, she quickly got out of bed, washed up, and put on a turtleneck.

Looking back at the bed, she found the mottled blood stains make it look like a murder scene. And she could not tell whether it was her blood or Jefferson's. And the wrinkled sheets reminded her of what had happened and made her blush in shame.

When she was thinking about how to deal with the bedding, someone knocked on the door and asked, "Mrs. Larsen, are you up?"

Elianna didn't dare to reply, fearing the servant would come in.

But she could not keep silent for long. It was almost nine, so she had no time to waste.

Now, she was in a dilemma.

The servant outside the door seemed to know what she was thinking when whispering, "Mrs. Larsen, Jefferson asked me to come."

Suddenly, Elianna received a text message from Jefferson, saying, "You don't need to thank me for the housekeeping service."

She was stunned to see caller ID because she had never saved his number. He must have input it into her phone when she had been asleep. Seeing the message, she confirmed the servant was not lying.

Elianna was pressed for time, so she opened the door despite the embarrassment.

The servant swiftly worked as if she hadn't noticed those shameful traces. Soon, she changed all the bedding. After she put the dirty bedding into the hamper, there was no trace of the sex last night.

The shame in Elianna's heart slightly dissipated when she said, "Thank you."

When she was about to leave, the servant stopped her and said, "Mrs. Larsen, Jefferson asked me to give this to you."