30 Days till I Divorce My Husband (Estrella and Jason)

Chapter 117 Jason chuckled, “My wife's been touched by someone else. What victory is there for me?” Estrella rolled her eyes. “It was just a pat on the shoulder over my shirt, and | didn’t even get to my legs and feet yet.” “Ha!” Jason let out a cold laugh and fell silent. She had already been touched; she might as well spin it however she wanted.

Jason had no desire to engage, remaining mute. Estrella followed suit, simply scrolling through her phone.

Seeing this, Jason sneered sarcastically, “You're still in the mood to play on your phone?” Estrella was speechless. “All right, all right, no phone for me. Happy now?” she retorted. She hadn't realized how tricky he could be, how difficult to talk to. But seeing him all puffed up and avoiding her gaze, Estrella found it rather endearing. She reached out and touched his face playfully. “Jason, I've got to say, you're quite adorable when you're jealous, all puffed up like a blowfish.” Jason's voice was frosty, “Mo your hand.” Estrella withdrew her hand, smacking th Estrella withdrew her hand, smacking the back of it. “That's for not being proper, for touching others recklessly.

You think as loose as you, letting themselves be touched indiscriminately?” Jason glanced at her coldly but said B thing.

Estrella scooted closer to him in the driver's seat and probed, “Are you disgusted withnow? Won't touchanymore? If that’s the case, I'm doomed without a man, right? What about what just happened...” Interrupted by Jason's icy glare, Estrella mimed zipping her lips. “I'll shut up, shutting up now.” True to her word, Estrella fell quiet, resting her chin on her hands as she watched Jason, admiring him as one would a work of art. It seemed she was watching the very person she adored.

At first, Jason didn’t mind her gaze, but the more she stared, the more self-conscious he became. Finally, he diverted her face away with his hand.

Estrella protested, “If | can’t touch you or stare at you, why do | need a husband like you?” Jason stayed silent, refusing to give in to the urge to speak. He knew that once he did, he'd lose the battle.

Soon, they pulled into the driveway of Sandalwood Oasis. Seeing that Jason had exited the car without paying her any mind, Estrella called out, with her hands buried in her 1/4 08:32 jacket pockets, “Still Hot Mot tomo As she turned toward the gate, a chilly breeze swept through. She was dressed only in a pair of massage parlor shorts, so she shivered uncontrollably..

Jason glanced back, saw Estrella actually walking away, and with a swift stretch of his arm, he hooked her neck and hauled her back! Estrella burst into laughter, bumping against him playfully. “Not angry anymore?” Unresponsive, Jason simply accelerated his pace, dragging her back inside.

Though Estrella was wearing a jacket, her legs were bare in those shorts. At the doorstep, he couldn't very well strip off his own pants to warm her. And besides, he was still upset about the massage incident - carrying her was out of the question.

Estrella looked up at Jason, who still wore a stern expression, and she couldn't help but feel amused.

NO Inside, Marie was taken aback by their arrival Jason’s grim face and Estrella in her summery shorts. “Ms. Estrella, what's going on? Coming back in shorts? It’s freezing out!” Estrella, in a teasing tone, exclaimed, “Caught red-handed by Mr. Jason there, and he ripped my pants off.” Marie was flabbergasted.

Jason, tired of Estrella’s cavalier attitude, gave her a light smack on the back of the head and turned to Marie, instructing, “Brew sginger tea.” Estrella laughed again, leaning towards Jason. “You worried about me?” He pushed her face away and headed upstairs.

Marie watched in confusion as Estrella smiled and said reassuringly, “No worries. He just needs scomforting.” After saying that, Estrella pranced after Jason, with her hands in her pockets. For sreason, his displeasure thrilled her.

Once in the bedroom, with Jason still ignoring her, Estrella taunted, “Seems you really do despise me. | should've never let anyone touch me.” Before she could finish her thought, Jason spun around. His gaze landed on her intensely. Estrella, about to throw out another snide comment, was silenced by Jason's sudden kiss - more of a seal over her lips, really, to stop the endless stream of provocations.

Jason's unexpected move made Estrella smile, and she wrapped her arms around his neck in response.

Her reaction stirred something in Jason. Estrella suddenly looked up. “Whoa, that was 2/4 08:32 quick. You're poking me.” Her remark, so typically brash, prompted Jason to strip off her jacket and massage parlor uniform, and with a swift motion, he pushed her into the shower. His actions, slightly rough, betrayed a lingering irritation about the massage incident.

Facing away from Jason, Estrella barely had tto react before his hands were on her shoulders, pinning her against the cold wall. Just as she was about to curse, Jason, shedding his own clothes, enclosed her in his embrace and captured her lips once more.

1 Hot water cascaded over them. The sensation was indescribable, a heady mix of Jason’s commanding kisses and the steam filling the air.

In that moment, Estrella knew it was going to be a sleepless night, with the man behind her not so easily appeased.

“Jason, my chest is getting sore.” “Jason, | can’t stand steady on one leg.” Despite Estrella’s complaints, Jason lifted her from the floor. Her protests vanished in the heat of their shower.

The moment Jason entered her, Estrella’s arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as she gasped. Her head tilted back. The two of them looked as if they were a living, breathing masterpiece.

Estrella had guessed right; Jason had no intention of going easy on her that evening.

After a playful tussle in the bathroom, Jason carried Estrella, wrapped in the warmth of a post-bath glow, back to the bedroom. As he laid her down on the bed, he swiftly pulled her into his embrace, and his hands were exploring...

Estrella braced her hands against his chest. “Next time.” Jason interlocked his fingers with hers, with a challenging glint in his eyes. “Next time? Weren't you the one talking about seeing a masseur or maybe smale model? Why wait for a next time?” Estrella planned to play around while she couldn't even satisfy him?.

“No way!” Estrella retorted, feigning innocence. She was determined to deny it now. Anyway, that deed was done.

Jason wasn’t in a rush. He chuckled softly, “Denying it, huh? Maybe a little activity will jog your memory.” “Jason, are you daft? Can't you be a little gentler?” Estrella exclaimed, half in mock protest, half in genuine plea.

Jason's gaze was tender yet intense as he looked down at her. His fingers were still 3/4 08:32 #4 entwined with hers. “Estrella, say you want me.