Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Chapter 871: Chapter 459: Did You Think I Was Just Joking?

As the sky brightened slightly, Joshua Hughes played with her fingers under the faint morning light from the window. Every part of her body seemed to attract him, making her a treasure in his eyes.

He gently caressed her cheek, softly stroking her delicate facial skin, then slowly moved downward, lightly covering her mouth. She slept as if in a coma, unaware of anything.

He looked at her with such seriousness, such attention, as if he wanted to imprint her beauty entirely in his mind: "Avery, do you love me?" Only when she was asleep did he dare to ask this. Her plea yesterday to not leave him had exploded in his heart, a huge tumultuous tide surging forth from the burst crack, drowning him. He wouldn’t leave her—the one to leave first wouldn’t be him.

He had never asked anyone before, not even Donna. It’s the most ordinary phrase between lovers, yet a man like him never expected to say it in his lifetime, because any woman would desecrate this love. But then he met her.

Subconsciously, she snuggled into his embrace, as his body temperature always made her instinctively want to be close to him at night. His deep eyes flowed with ink-like brilliance, her black shimmering hair scattered as she moved, strand by strand, incredibly beautiful.

Joshua Hughes leaned down to be face-to-face with her sweet sleeping face, sharing her breath. She slept peacefully and sweetly like a child, and Joshua tightly encircled her. How difficult it is in life to meet the one you love. Only now did he realize he had fallen for her the moment he met her, so he would stop at nothing, by any means necessary. Avery, can’t you give me a chance?

In this life, there are so few things he truly desires...

"Hello?" His husky, magnetic voice softly spoke.

"I’ve already kidnapped him, but since Taoist Johnson only associates with high-status elites, are you sure you want to do this?" Alexander King’s voice had a cold, hard edge as his breath turned frigid. This terrifying guy, even across radio waves, carried a captivating presence in his speech that lingered for a long time.

Why should he party all night while going without a woman for months, still having to keep up with his craziness? Having such insane friends was just his bad luck...

Joshua glanced at the person on the bed, her soft, lovely figure sunk into the cozy covers. His thin lips curled into a sexy arc, and with a tall, elegant posture, he slowly walked out of the room, not wanting to disturb her.

He left the room; the entire living room was bathed in the soft glow of dawn. Standing by the window, gazing at everything below, his sharp lips slightly parted: "Yes."

She was the person closest to his heart. Who dared to touch her, he’d kill gods, destroy buddhas...

:"Now?" This time should still be early, Alexander thought whether he could squeeze in some time to deliver a cup of coffee to a certain someone.

Joshua’s eyes, dark as ink, brimmed with dominance. Coldly, he replied: "Of course." This kind of time bomb should be defused as soon as possible.

Alexander wore a grim expression and hung up after giving an address.

Joshua fastened the last button on his shirt collar, his eyes carrying a hint of red, like a shooting star across the sky, deep dark eyes sparkling like a starry night. He softly kissed the person on the bed: "I’m going to clean up some trash for you, be good and sleep." The thick velvet curtains drawn, the quiet room was shrouded, light dimmed, the gentle morning light couldn’t penetrate anymore. Her serene little face remained unchanged.

Exiting with elegance, the two bodyguards at the door had just switched shifts: "Protect Miss Jane well. Today, I’ll have Nanny Collins bring over meals, call me immediately if she goes out."

The car didn’t drive fast; he could arrive slowly, believing that this waiting would subject the captured person to a torment and fear he relished most.

Within the silent courtyard, red walls and green tiles incongruous with the black-suited men all wearing headsets, an almost suffocating ambience. Outside, a car’s squeaking stop broke the silence. The gaunt face of a middle-aged man sitting inside carried shadows, watching a coldly elegant handsome man walk in. Joshua Hughes? Who else would dare to abduct him like this, if not Joshua Hughes?