Sextuplets Saga Reckless Love

Trevor’s lips curved into a mocking grin as he picked up a glass of whiskey on the table.

Jessica buried her head in his chest to hide the bitter smile flitting across her lips. She

thought, He wants me to bow and scrape before everyone? All right. I shall do as he

wishes. Slowly, she trailed kisses over his neck adoringly and reached into his shirt. Back

when her best friend insulted her, she didn’t feel any pain in her heart. She assumed she

was immune to heartbreaks from now on. Alas, the anguish that threatened to tear her

heart apart now made her realize that her heart didn’t go numb. It would only hurt when

the stab was deep enough. Trevor grabbed her hand through his shirt. The heat flaring up

his body made him gulp involuntarily. He chided himself silently, Damn it. It has been

years, but she’s still capable of igniting my desire. Parting his lips, he offered, “450

thousand dollars. Be mine tonight.” Not far away, Melissa called out coyly, “Trevor?” Deep

down, she was both surprised and upset. For the past five years, Trevor never lay a hand

on any woman. Plenty of models and celebrities flocked to him, but he rejected each and

every one of them. She fumed silently, “Why did he grow interested in her the moment

she showed up? How is a cripple better than me? My figure, looks, and aura are better

than that disgusting piece of trash who barely escaped from the place full of dead

people.” “Are you in a hurry, Mr. Gulliford?” Despite sensing the change in Trevor’s body,

Jessica managed to swallow her initial comment saying he was desperate. He could mock

her all he liked, but she never wanted to get involved with him ever again. “As you said,

it’s just a business deal,” Trevor responded icily. For the past five years, he refused to

touch any of the women throwing themselves at him. None of them managed to spark his

interest. As he had successfully tamped down his desire for the last five years, he was

unhappy to discover that the woman could ignite his desire easily. “I said that I won’t

accept this job, didn’t I? There are many gorgeous models in Cerulean. I’m a cripple, and

thus not worthy of serving you.” “Then will you say yes if Alfred was the one who made

the offer?” Trevor hissed in a low voice. He didn’t want the rest to hear the anger in his

voice. Alas, Jessica couldn’t hear a thing if one were to whisper in her ear after getting

exposed to blasts frequently. Failing to hear what Trevor said, she remained silent. As she

said nothing, Trevor took it as a silent acquiescent. Fury flared up his gaze as he rolled

over and pinned her beneath him. After taking a sip of the whiskey that burned his lips, he

covered her lips forcefully and ignored her struggles. His tongue darted around her mouth

deftly. She wanted to push him away but wasn’t strong enough to do so. In a state of

panic, she bit down on his lip. The shooting pain caused Trevor to release her lips

instinctively. He could taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. No woman had ever

dared to act this outrageously before him. Fury and desire blazed in his gaze as he glared

at her. If they were alone, there was no telling what he’d do to her. “If you don’t want the

Whiteburn family to suffer the same fate as the Queen family, come to room 2203

obediently.” With that said, Trevor spun on his heels and stalked away. Jessica picked up

the card on the table and left the room after him. No one dared to stop her from leaving.

To be exact, no one dared to stop her from heading to Trevor’s room. None of them wanted

to bear the consequences of Trevor’s wrath. Jessica locked the money and card in her

vanity cabinet. She couldn’t forget what Trevor said, so she ended up taking the elevator

to the 22nd floor. The Whiteburn family could go down, but it wouldn’t be because of her.

The door was open. It was left ajar just for her. Pushing the door open, Jessica limped

inside slowly. She could hear the sound of running water in the bathroom and assumed

Trevor was taking a shower. Lying on the silk quilt, she made herself comfortable and

slowly got drowsy. Her eyes gradually closed. The scene when she crossed the borders to

enter the country illegally over a month ago was reenacted in her dreams once again.

After sailing past the high seas, the boat had just entered Horington’s border when

someone arrived to check on it. As they were stowaways who couldn’t be caught, the

owner of the boat gave them a long straw each to breathe in the sea and chased them off

the boat. In the commotion, Jessica lost her straw. She held her breath so long she nearly

suffocated underwater. The other stowaways grabbed her tightly so she couldn’t float to

the surface of the sea and expose them. It was just a dream, but she still felt suffocated

and flailed around helplessly. In the end, the gentleman who taught her some moves gave

her his straw. “Jessica, live well.” Jessica could only read his lips under the water as she

couldn’t hear his voice. “No, Freddy. No! Freddy!” she screamed anxiously. In her dreams,

the man sank into the bottom of the sea. “Freddy!” Jessica jolted awake from the

nightmare and sat up in bed. She owed Freddy far too much. Initially, she assumed she

would be able to pay him back little by little back in Horington, but he ended up saving her

life. There was a man with a sculpted chest sitting on the bed next to her. He was holding

a cigarette in his fingers with his back to her. “You smoke, too.” Jessica observed the

plumes of smoke and frowned slightly. She mused silently, “He hates cigarettes and

alcohol five years ago. Why is he smoking now?” “You keep calling that man’s name in

your dream,” Trevor snapped coldly. He was trying hard to tamp his anger down.