Chapter 18 Jayson -- the Person Loves Her as His Life
Preston looked up at Milana in shock and anger. "Don't..."
Just as he spoke, he saw the two bodyguards move.
Preston immediately smirked and changed his words.
"Don't interrupt me!"
Lillian looked at him in astonishment. "Preston, you can't do this, Preston!"
Preston didn't want to be the one who got striped, so he ignored no matter how Lillian cried.
He quickly and swiftly striped her last fig leaf.
Lillian curled up, crying intermittently.
Looking up at Milana, Preston said while trying hard to restrain his disgust.
"Look, I like you the most, otherwise I won't treat her in this way."
He stepped forward and wanted to grab Milana's hand, but she avoided him.
"Mila, please trust my sincerity. Don't be mad at me. Can you?"
He intended to coax her first, and then bought off the two bodyguards, so that he can stripe her and have her gang-r*ped.
Milana looked at him coldly.
He had a charming face indeed, but his hypocritical and pleasing appearance was really disgusting.
She instructed to the bodyguards, "Strip him too,and take the clothes away."
Preston's expression changed greatly when he heard it. "Milana, if you want to sleep with me, let's go to the hotel. Please don't be so anxious to take off my clothes here."
Milana rolled her eyes, "If I want to have sex with someone, I will sleep with Jayson. I'm afraid that I will suffer from sty if I look at your face one more time."
There came the sound of giggle.
The bodyguards who kept poker faces all the time couldn't help laughing out loud.
Preston's expression changed slightly, "Are you saying that my face looks like a butt?"
She was really too much!
Milana raised her eyebrows, "It sounds like you know yourself well."
"You..."
He was furious, but finally took a deep breath.
"Milana, don't try hard to make me pay attention to you, for I already like you very much."
It was right, and she certainly wanted to get his attention by doing this!
She was such a manipulated b*tch! He secretly thought.
Milana felt so sick by his narcissism.
"Just strip him. No nonsense."
As she said it, she turned and left.
Hearing the order, the two bodyguards stopped in front of Preston.
He looked at the tall and strong bodyguard and felt terrified for a while.
"Milana, if you want to see my body, say it directly, and I'll show it to you. Don't be so roundabout... Let me go!"
"Milana, let's go to the hotel to take off... Ah!"
The bodyguard directly punched his lower abdomen violently.
She was Jayson's woman, and the scum couldn't insult her.
There was the sound of clothes being torn behind Milana.
She didn't turn her head. Not only was she afraid of suffering from the sty, but she also didn't want to feel sick to her stomach.
When she got back to the car, Oliver was already in the cab.
"Miss Gates."
Oliver couldn't help but look at her twice, as if he didn't recognize her suddenly.
"Go home, and Jay is waiting for me." Milana closed her eyes.
Oliver couldn't help but want to test her, "you can go somewhere else."
She opened her eyes, and she was a little unhappy. "What I am saying is that Jay is waiting for me."
Her voice was cold, making Oliver feel as if ice slag fell into his ears and cold in his heart.
In his memory, Milana is literally a mad woman, only shouting at people. How could she be so powerful now?
Did she really have such strong momentum?
She was similar to Mr. Scott, which made people terrified!
...
Milana returned to Wioletta, and Reese was sitting on the sofa in the living room and taking a nap.
Hearing the sound, she opened her eyes in confusion, and then stared at Milana coming in.
Did she really come back?
Milana asked her, "Has Jay ever come down?"
Reese was startled by her and shook her head. "He has been upstairs all the time, and he didn't even come out of the door."
Milana smiled. "He is so obedient."
Reese looked at her back as she went upstairs,"..."
It sounded like coaxing a child.
It could not be true. Miss Gates had been longing for the death of Mr. Scott, and how would she change?
Milana went back to the room to take a shower first, removed the ugly makeup on her face, put on a suspender nightdress and returned to the guest room.
She stood by the bed and looked at Jayson, who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed.
She lifted the quilt, lay down, and hugged him gently from behind.
Her little face pressed against his broad back, feeling the stiffness of his body.
She smiled slightly. "Jay, I'm back."
He must not have fallen asleep, but because of her words, he lay obediently on the bed.
This was Jayson who doted on her deeply and loved her as his life.