Chapter 7 The Beauty of the End

Aaron Black retracted his hand and wrapped his breast. His charm, deep gaze had always been lingering on her.

First, she got the wound on her leg and it was bandaged by him, and then there was a Band-Aids on her forehead. Aaron Black's eyebrows were twisted together.

"How did you get this wound?"

Though it was a questioning sentence, it became a domineering affirmative sentence from his thin lips.

"I accidentally hit somewhere." Emma Jones made an excuse.

"Stupid!"

"..." Emma Jones twitched her lips.

Looking at Emma Jones's dull face, Aaron Black smiled, and his mood seemed good.

The driver who drove at the front was almost stunned by Aaron Black's smile and was so shocked that he even jammed on the brake.

Aaron Black glanced at the driver. When the driver thought he would be warned, Aaron Black said, "Close the window at the front."

The driver closed the window according to his words and dared no to look around but drove jitterily.

Emma Jones, who was in a daze, did not pay attention to Aaron Black's considerate action.

It wasn't until a suit with a man's unique chilling scent was overlaid on her cold body did she lift her spirits and look at him.

"Thank you."

For Aaron Black's move, she had slight gratitude in her heart, and directly pulling the suit to wrap her tightly without complaint or shyness.

She's really too cold!

"I will definitely wash your suit carefully and return it to you, by the way, what's your name?" Out of politeness, she added.

"Aaron Black." He pursed his lips, and his voice sounded elegant.

"Well, Master Black, thank you..."

Emma Jones murmured, smelling the cold breath lingering in her nose, her eyelids were getting heavier, and she fell asleep.

Inside the car, the atmosphere became silent.

Aaron Black raised his eyes and looked at the girl who was fast asleep. His dark eyes flickered with a distant light, which was so dazzling that it looked like the ice layer refracted by the moonlight in the dark night.

The girl in sleep looked calm and serene, like an angel.

Her complexion was sickly white, tinted by red on her cheeks. Her droopy eyelashes were long and dense, and a faint shadow was printed on her white eyelids, which made her look particularly fragile and obedient, distressing people's minds.

He thought of the dramatic encounter between them, and it was, as if, the fate's arrangement.

Aaron Black didn't believe in fate.

However......

He wanted to own her!

Own her...

Her body, her heart, and even her soul should belong to him!

The next day, the rain that had lasted for the whole night finally stopped.

The morning light poured into the room through the pure white curtain.

On the white round bed, the quiet-looking girl was disturbed by the sun, and her slender eyelashes flickered a few times.

Gradually, she opened her eyes.

A luxurious palace-style room came into her eyes. The sun shone through the French windows brightly, and half of the curtains tied aside were now swinging elegantly.

Inside a bough pot, several extremely blooming tea flowers reached out with their white petals and pale yellow stamens and were dripping the delicate fragrance.

When tea flowers were booming, the florescence of other flowers in spring had passed, and only thorny leaves grew on the berry wall.

Tea flowers were her mother's favorite flower, and also hers.

When they lived in the low and dilapidated home in the small town, the only thing her mother was proud of was the tea flowers that covered the fence.

Every year during the midsummer her mother always sat quietly in the courtyard, looking at the flowers lonely and dreamy.

Emma Jones was still young and didn't understand her mother's loneliness and despair.

Later, when she grew up and understood, her mother had left her forever.

The language of the tea flower was 'the beauty of the end'.

The tea flowers bloomed, indicating the end of the relationship. When the love was represented by the tea flower, it meant that the most splendid, prosperous, or most unforgettable love in life was about to be lost.

She had not seen tea flowers for a long time ...

It's not that she didn't want to see it, but she dared not to see it. Every time she saw this kind of flower, she would think of her mother who had committed suicide in a pool of blood ...

Emma Jones took back her sight and put away her thoughts.

She raised her hands and rubbed the drowsy temples. What was this place?

Last night, she ran out of the Jones Family and was haunted by Mack Smith, and then she was rescued by the man who she had only met once.

By the way, shouldn't she be in Aaron Black's car? Why was she here?

Damn, what had happened after she fell asleep?

Emma Jones panicked a bit and quickly lifted the quilt to jump off the bed.

However, when she caught sight of the brand-new nightdress she was wearing, she suddenly stunned.

Who changed her clothes!

Emma Jones's face became ugly.

She lowered her head, rigidly lifted the nightdress and checked herself up and down.

After making sure there were no ambiguous traces on her, she put down the nightdress and let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, nothing strange happened!"

Suddenly...

The door was pushed open, and Aaron Black's tall, slender figure stepped in.

Seeing Emma Jones relieved, he raised his eyebrows, and his voice was with a touch of teasing, "You seem disappointed because I didn't do anything to you?"

The man stepped forward, and the glimmer of morning light sprinkled on him, covering him all with a thin layer of gold. He looked cold and majestic, like gods.

He looked down at her, his deep black pupil twinkling with interest.

Emma Jones stepped back a few steps, avoiding his sight, "... Master Black, you misunderstood me."

"You can call me Aaron."

"Master Black, we are not that familiar yet."

She had only seen him once, well, plus their conversation in the car, he was not a total stranger to her...

But, anyway, such a dangerous man, she did not intend to have any intersection with him.

Mack Smith had been bothering her enough, she did not want to also mess with this man who looked noble and elegant but was extremely dangerous inside.

Aaron Black leaned down half and looked on her with burning eyes, then his thin lips raised elegantly: "We have slept together all night, don't you know me?"

He leaned to be very close to her, and almost all the warm breath exhaled from his thin lips was sprayed on her face. Watching her gradually crimson cheeks, his eyes darkened.

His sight dropped slightly and fell on her white and beautiful neck, where there was a red bite.

It was his masterpiece.

When she was getting changed last night, he saw an unsightly scar like a red earthworm on her shoulders, leaving her fair and delicate body with incompleteness.

After many battles, he, who had cured himself with countless fatal injuries, could see at a glance that this was a scar stabbed by porcelain.

Even after healing for a long time, the scar was still shocking on her fair skin. It was conceivable how deep the wound had been before.

Almost subconsciously, he leaned over and bit a red bite on her back neck. This was to punish her since she didn't take care of herself ...

"Slept, slept together all night?" Emma Jones almost bit her tongue.

But when she raised her eyes and caught the sly smile at the bottom of the man's eyes, Emma Jones knew that he was making fun of her.

"A man with a diameter of 1.8 was safe to sleep with together all night." She fought back with harsh words.

"Emma Jones, you are provoking a man's dignity, and it is very dangerous." Aaron Black leaned in her ear, his voice being tempting and bewildering.

Ears were her sensitive zone.

This was his new discovery last night. When he changed her clothes last night, her unconscious movements tossed him though he had always been self-controlling.

He remembered taking a cold bath for a whole hour after changing her clothes.

This was an unprecedented experience.

In the twenty-seven years of his life, there had never been any woman involved, because he hated any physical contact, even if it was the release of loveless desires.

She was the first and would be the last.

He couldn't help but take her for himself, but he wanted to own her heart, and all of it, rather than only getting her body.

Emma Jones's ears turned red.

She pretended to be calm, and raised her hand to push him, then said with a serious expression: "Master Black, I'm not in the mood to joke with you. Thank you for taking me to the hotel. It's late, and I should leave, goodbye."

After that, she passed by him and wanted to leave...

She only walked a few steps away, then he clenched her hand back and glanced at her nightdress. "Change your clothes, and I'll drive you back."

Emma Jones shook his hand away, looking at the nightdress on her body and frowned. "Don't tell me you changed this nightdress for me."

The palms on her body's sides turned into fists.

If he answered yes, she would definitely hit his handsome face fiercely.

Her body, except for her future lover, would definitely not be shown to a second man. It was this persistence that allowed her to fight against Mack Smith, the devil, for seven years without letting him take any advantage from her.

Her advantage was not that easy to take!

Sensing her vigilance, the dark-colored charm eyes of the man narrowed. This vigilance down to the bone was too familiar for him, and the only thing to make her have such an instinctive vigilance was...

The exquisite cold light at the bottom of his eyes suddenly flashed and disappeared, and Emma Jones, who fell into meditation, failed to capture the short chillness of the man.

"Relax, the nightdress was changed by the female doctor who treated you last night." Aaron Black paused, glanced at her fists hanging down, and said lightly, "Your fists can be released. "

After that, he turned around, stopped at the table, raised his hand and pressed the service bell on the table, "Bring the clothes in."

Watching his movement, Emma Jones showed a blank face.

She did not expect that this man who she only knew his name would turn out to be so gentle and careful.

Why was he treating her so thoroughly and meticulously? What was he trying to do?

She didn't want to speculate on others maliciously.

But......

Were there really no other intentions for an unfamiliar stranger who showed her meticulous care, knew her name, and was meticulous and considerate to her. Was it really just goodwill?

In this case, not to mention she would not believe, even a child could hardly believe it!

Since she was rescued by him last night, his behavior had been weird.

She was not narcissistic and did not think she could make Aaron Black, a mysterious and rich man, fall in love with her at first sight.

Though her look was exquisite and beautiful.

However, as a man who drove limited edition luxury car of Rolls Royce in common days, how could he lack beautiful women?

Even only his beautiful and handsome appearance, noble and elegant temperament, were enough to make a lot of women crazy for him, not to mention his mysterious power.