Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

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Jacob’s throat tightened as he struggled to suppress the intense desire surging within him. He tried his best to stay calm and rational but to no avail.

Something had to be wrong with that glass of champagne!

Someone had dared to spike Nancy’s drink right under his nose.

Jacob’s eyes flashed with a murderous intent. He vowed to make the person responsible pay dearly for

this.

But before he could react, Nancy had already wrapped herself around him. Her hands roamed all over his body, wrinkling his suit and slipping inside his jacket.

“Nance, stop…”

Jacob’s desire grew more intense. His hands, hanging loosely at his sides, were balled into fists. The veins on his hands bulged with the effort of restraint.

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But Nancy didn’t seem to hear him, her hands continuing to explore his body. Her fingers traced the contours of his muscles and then moved to his belt.

He felt like he was about to snap, his control slipping away from him. He took a deep breath, his hands gently cupping her face, and his eyes burning with desire.

“Nance, do you still know who I am?” His voice had gotten hoarse.

“Jacob…”

Nancy had completely lost her mind. Acting purely on instinct, she cried out the name she had come to depend on so much.

“Jacob, help me…‘

Her whimper ignited the final fuse. The lust in his eyes intensified, and his remaining sanity vanished.

“Nance, I’ll take responsibility for you!”

As he spoke, Jacob’s lips claimed Nancy’s in a tender kiss. It quickly deepened into a passionate flame, threatening to engulf them both.

Meanwhile, dinner had come to an end at Murray Manor.

With a heavy heart, Yara accompanied Wilson to the door.

“Wilson, come visit us again soon. I’ll make you your favorite dishes!” Yara said.

Wilson ignored the disapproving gazes of Adam, Ashton, and the others, choosing instead to smile at Yara.

“Okay, I’ll make sure to visit you and Mr. Murray again soon!”

Yara was becoming more fond of her future son–in–law. Aware of her sons‘ tendency to keep a close eye on Yvette, she took it upon herself to arrange chances for the couple to spend time alone.

She gently patted Yvette’s hand. “Yvie, why don’t you walk Wilson out?”

Before Yvette could even respond, Adam and the others chimed in unison.

“Mom, we’ll see him off! There’s no need to trouble Yvie!”

“Yeah, we’ll take care of it. Yvie is tired. She can stay here and rest.”

They were not about to give Wilson, that old lecher, any time alone with their precious little sister!

Yara was oblivious to their intentions. She frowned and stopped the three of them. “Get back here, all of you!”

She then turned to Yvette and flashed her a warm smile. “Yvie, you go on ahead. Go see Wilson off.”

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