Chapter 338: Chapter 338: A Love with No Place to Go (Part 38)

Mika Summers didn’t know how long she’d been crouching on the floor, or how long she’d cried before she finally stopped.

When she rose to her feet, her legs were completely numb.

But she had to pull herself together. Silas Kent would be here to get her soon.

She could only let her vulnerability show when she was alone.

She gripped the doorknob, about to open the door and leave, but a small, dark figure on the bed made her freeze.

Kiki had woken up at some point. He was sitting on the bed, watching her.

Mika Summers pulled her hand back from the door. She quickly wiped away her tears and forced a smile as she walked over to Kiki. "I’m sorry, did Mommy wake you?"

"—" Kiki shook his head, looking at her with a hint of fear.

Seeing the look on his face, Mika Summers’s tears began to fall uncontrollably again. "Kiki, do you not like Mommy?"

"—" Kiki didn’t answer. He just stared at her, unblinking.

She sighed, lifted the covers, and sat on the bed. Pulling Kiki into her arms, she nuzzled her cheek against his, her voice catching as she pleaded, "Kiki, please don’t dislike Mommy, okay?"

"—" ’Kiki wanted to say yes, but then he remembered what his dad had said about this woman, and he didn’t want anything to do with her.’

’He loved his dad and loved being with him. He didn’t like this woman—not even if she was his mother.’

’Even though he’d once been curious about what it would be like to have a mom...’

—

「Southill Villa.」

Silas Kent had been calling for nearly half an hour, but her phone was still off.

He opened her text and read it, and he wanted nothing more than to storm over there right that second. ’He knew it. He knew he never should have let her go.’

「The next day.」

When Jasmine Warren opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the handsome, sleeping face of the man beside her, along with the upper part of his muscular, exposed chest.

She swallowed hard, her face flushing red. Gently, she lifted the covers, planning to tiptoe out of bed and make her escape.

’Just thinking about the stupid thing she’d done on impulse last night made her want to die of embarrassment.’

’It was so humiliating!!!!’

’How could she, Jasmine Warren, have done something so mortifying?’

However, the moment her foot touched the floor, a hand shot out and grabbed her arm, yanking her back onto the bed.

Before she could even cry out, his large frame was already pressing down on her.

The man’s eyes narrowed, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Trying to run?"

"Uh, that is..." ’He’s not going to make me take responsibility for this, is he?’

"Hm?"

Jasmine Warren’s voice trembled as she nervously spun a blatant lie. "I... I just wanted to go out for a walk."

"A walk? Are you sure you want to go for a walk looking like that?"

Jasmine Warren’s expression darkened at his words. She glanced down at herself—it seemed she wasn’t even wearing underwear. ’In that case, I really can’t go out...’

At that thought, she was on the verge of tears. "What do you want?" ’He can’t really be making *me* take responsibility, can he?!’

The man leaned down, gave her a kiss, and then burst into wild, unrestrained laughter.

The woman panicked. "Fine! The one million! I don’t want it anymore! Just let me go!" ’Could she please take back what she’d said about it being better to "try a few more times"? How could anyone do *this* a few more times? A few more times and she’d be dead for sure.’

"How could I do that? Do I, Jason Lockwood, look like I’m short on cash? Or like a man who doesn’t keep his word?" As he spoke, he began to carry out his "mission."

"..."