Dead at Heart novel

Chapter 782 Chapter 783 Ariel stared at Jayson in confusion. He closed the door behind him and started walking toward her. Without a word, he took the bag right out of her hand. She reached out to grab it back, but he was faster. Frowning, she snapped, "Jayson, what are you doing?" He set the bag aside and took her wrist instead. "Come with me to the master bedroom." Something suddenly occurred to Ariel. She looked at him suspiciously. "You're not seriously..." She stopped mid-sentence, pressed her lips together, then said firmly, "I need to pack.

Don't start anything, and don't get any funny ideas." Besides, he was still recovering. There was no way she would let him push himself. Jayson stopped then, amusement flickering in his eyes. He took another slow step forward. "Funny ideas? We're married, you know. That's just normal interaction between a husband and wife." Ariel stepped back. A tingle ran up her scalp as she shot him a warning look. "Are you trying to slow down your recovery? The doctor said you can't do heavy work or anything strenuous.

You're supposed to be resting, and you're still thinking about that?" As Jayson looked at her serious expression, the smirk on his lips deepened, and his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh? I just wanted to help you pack. Does that count as a strenuous activity too?" Ariel was instantly silenced. Her eyes widened. 2 "So even packing is off-limits now?" Jayson looked perfectly calm and innocent. Then, he suddenly seemed to realize something and said, "Wait, you mean sex? Ms. Walker, what exactly is going on in that head of yours?" Ariel was rendered speechless.

He was definitely doing this on purpose. Jayson gave her a slow once-over, raising a brow. He reached out to pat the top of her head and said teasingly, Think you can hold out a little longer? I have to follow the doctor's orders, after all. But if you really can't, I suppose I could risk my life for you." 2 11 Ariel's ears burned instantly. She knew Jayson was doing it on purpose, yet there was nothing she could do. Any comeback would only sound like an excuse. Her head was practically steaming. She wanted to just walk past him. It was almost impossible to win against this man.

Jayson smiled again. When she moved past him, he didn't let go of her hand. "No need to go back to your Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on fındnovel.net 1/2 apartment. You've got everything you need here." He led her toward the master bedroom. Ariel shot him a glare but followed anyway. The master bedroom had its own large walk-in closet. When she had moved out of their marital home, she had only taken a few essentials. Most of her belongings had stayed behind. She had assumed Jayson would have thrown them out long ago. But when she looked around now, everything was neatly in place.

All the things she needed were still there. Jayson guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. "Stay here. I'll pack your bag. Bellador's climate is hot and humid. It'll take a few days to adjust, and you'll need all your meds." Ariel immediately stood back up. "You're not even fully recovered. I can do it faster myself." Jayson raised an eyebrow. "It's different. Helping you pack your clothes is satisfying work. Sit down. I travel abroad all the time. I know what to bring. You might miss a few things." Besides, Ariel had only just recovered.

He wanted to make sure every little thing was handled properly. Ariel was a workaholic, and since this mission wasn't something she could turn down, he naturally chose to go along with her wishes. Knowing his temperament, Ariel finally gave up and sat back down. The closet door was open, so she could see him picking through her clothes, even coordinating them carefully. Jayson had always had great taste, with an effortless sense of style. Watching him now, Ariel realized she really didn't have to worry about a thing. 2/2