Chapter 153 Chapter 154 Dare to Touch My Woman
Jenna extended her glowing five fingers and examined Jima, who was lying on the bed, always smiling, and said in confusion:
“You’re fine.”
“It’s just a joke,” Jima lay her head on Jenna’s lap, the overwhelming pressure from the snow peak that blocked almost all her vision truly brought her happiness. She pointed at her own head and said, “Come on, give me a massage.”
Jenna flicked Jima’s forehead and chuckled, “You’re always so silly.”
Saying that, she pressed her ten fingers down on Jima’s head and curiously touched her horns.
Jima enjoyed the feeling of being cared for; she closed her eyes, revealing a satisfied expression like a victor.
“I wonder how George is doing now,” Jenna said. “The letter he sent recently said he is on a secret mission…”
“Oh, is that so?”
“You didn’t know?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Can’t you see him in your dreams?”
“That was a few days ago; the journey is too far, and I’m too lazy to see him.”
Hearing Jima say this, Jenna’s tone became cheerful, strangely as if she had won something. She said, “It’s a pity I’m tied up with mundane matters; otherwise, I would love to fight alongside him.”
“What’s so great about hiking through the deep mountains and forests, not bathing for days, eating in the wind and rain, and wiping yourself with leaves?”
“As long as I’m fighting alongside the one I love, no difficulty counts for anything.” Jenna smiled gently and said, “It’s funny; I’ve loved reading tales of heroes since I was young, hoping to fight beside a hero, innocent and carefree… I never expected to realize my childhood dream as an adult.”
Jima held her hand and said:
“Sister Jenna, you’re amazing.”
“Ah?”
She couldn’t help but smile, “Now you should write him a letter and mention a bit about my recent situation. George will be so pleased to know we are living happily and comfortably.”
“That makes sense.”
Jenna got pen and paper and started writing at the desk. Jima lay sideways on the bed, watching Jenna. She was dressed casually today in a creamy lace long dress that exposed her snowy white arms, and her golden hair, usually tied up, was now let down loosely to her waist.
It didn’t feel like the usual married woman vibe…
Jima suddenly thought that Jenna had just recently come of age; her previous makeup always made Jima subconsciously see her as a matron.
She got off the bed, hugged Jenna from behind, and rested her head on Jenna’s shoulder, saying, “Sister Jenna, you haven’t given me a massage yet?”
“Jima, don’t move around,” Jenna said, “I’m writing a letter.”
“Sister Jenna is working so hard, let me help you with the massage.” Jima said, her small hands moving to Jenna’s sides, “Let me loosen you up.”
As she spoke, her hands reached for the area with the most fat.
“Don’t touch there… that’s not okay…”
The words on the paper became a mess.
Jima was having fun with it, but she felt a bit regretful; if only they had an instant communication tool like a phone, it would be more exciting. Writing a letter while doing these things always felt lacking.
Eventually, Jenna stood up to settle scores with Jima, who laughed and ran away.
“I finished writing. George will surely be very happy when he receives it.”
“If he asks why you’re out of breath, will I be even happier?”
“Ah?”
“It’s nothing, I was just distracted.” Jima showed an innocent and pure smile, very satisfied with the hat she had just placed on the former hero, “By the way, have you heard about the beauty pageant—”
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, interrupting Jima’s words.
“Miss, it’s me.”
“Come in.”
The door opened, and a maid with her hands on her abdomen said, “Young Master Is has arrived.”
“Tell him to wait a moment, it’ll be less than ten minutes.”
“Okay. He said he’s already prepared a carriage.”
“Mm.”
As soon as Jima heard the four words “Young Master Is,” several labels popped up in her mind.
Human walking cannon from Marlin City, master of the upper-class group sports, blondie!
Jenna had to wear this off-shoulder dress revealing her collarbone and even one-fifth of her chest, sitting in a carriage with that blondie.
Jima’s tail straightened up, and she smiled and asked, “Sister Jenna, what are you going to do with him?”
“Going to see the beauty pageant finals together; he hopes to evaluate business prospects with me.” Jenna said while fixing her hair in front of the mirror, “It should be quite interesting to watch the pageant; he’s quite amusing too.”
Excuse! This was just a pretext for him to dig a wall, and he definitely intended to get intimate in the carriage, which is why he came with a carriage. That naive Jenna still didn’t know she was being dug, really cursed.
“Sister Jenna,” Jima said, “Do you have to go with him?”
“I made an appointment with him.”
Oh dear, it’s reached this point.
Jima couldn’t help but say, “But George is on the front line braving dangers for justice in the wilderness at all times; if he hears that his fiancée is in a carriage with another man…”
She was so righteous that she evidently forgot she had just been gleeful about putting a “green hat” on George.
Jenna slowed down and said, “I’ve considered that; but my family needs Young Master Is’s family’s help; we’re only engaging in normal social interactions. I’ve informed George, and he will understand.”
See, this is the power of a title. Who can take away someone’s normal social interaction?
“Let’s go together.” Jima said, “I was just about to invite you to watch the beauty pageant.”
Sister Jenna held Jima’s hand and said, “Sure.”
As soon as Jenna turned her head, Jima’s face turned dark.
That boy was good, stealing a chance from her just like that. The opportunity to dig someone’s wall was ruined completely by you… where is that cursed voodoo doll? Or the poisonous drug for the whole family?
Jenna finished her makeup quickly, in just five minutes, and they left together.
As soon as she opened the door, Jenna’s expression quickly changed.
A tall, thin man with green eyes and a red beard, wearing patched clothes, stood at the doorway; it was none other than Jenna’s biological father, Kaslan.
“My daughter, we’re relying on you.” Kaslan’s tears flowed down, reaching out to grasp Jenna’s hand, “I, as your useless father, can only rely on you to talk about childhood friendship with Young Master Is; you must secure those orders.”
Jenna lifted her hand to avoid her father’s grip and said:
“This is the first and last time you make me feel like I’m selling my appearance.”
“Woo, it’s my ineptitude as a father.” Kaslan cried as if he were selling his daughter to pay debts, “But this is the ancestral property handed over to me by our ancestors; you must respect Young Master Is. Don’t throw him off the railing like when you were young, daughter? Daughter?”
Jenna and Jima had already walked far away.
“I tell you, I have a good friend participating in the beauty pageant finals, and she has a great chance of winning. I really hope she can win; can you guess why?”
“Why?”
“She’s a guy.”
“Ah?”
The two walked out of the hall and reached the place where the carriage was parked at the mansion, where they saw Young Master Is.
He was still wearing a golden mask that concealed half of his face, dressed in a well-tailored blue coat, with a diamond rose brooch on his chest that he had previously given to Jima.
He was waiting by the carriage door, and when he saw the two women, he gently bowed with his hand on his chest, a perfect posture. Upon seeing Jima, he hesitated for a moment and said,
“Hello, it’s nice to see you again. My apologies for the hurried meeting last time (Jima ran off after getting money); I didn’t get the chance to ask your name.”
“Oh.”
Jenna asked, “Do you know each other?”
“It stems from an incident where a horse got startled and scared this lady.”
“She is called Ji—Little Qiao,” Jenna awkwardly lied, “She is also my good friend.”
“Hello, let’s formally meet, Miss Little Qiao.” Young Master Is extended his gloved hand towards Jima and said, “I am honored to meet the fiancée of a hero.”
On the surface, George had only one legitimate fiancée, and that was Jenna.
Jenna immediately turned to Jima, “Fi…fiancée…”
Jima seemed to hear the sound of thunderous war drums.
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Update Progress (3/10)
Since the last chapter was 4000 words, an extra thousand, this chapter has been reduced to 2400 words.
