“It's unpleasant!” Veronica growled.
Helene seemed to be pretending to be defeated earlier to take advantage of the chance to drop something into her ice cream. Jaxon was well-known for his irritability and terrible temper. If he ate the ice cream, he would torment Veronica to death. It's a clever yet foolish technique.
“I’ll let you get away today!” She bit her lower lip, turned around, and returned to the kitchen to prepare a fresh batch of ice cream.
After she prepared the new ice cream, the stress she had from the infinite questions of Uriel and Helene’s tactics made her exhausted.
As she is already in front of the door, she knocked. Although the door was already half open, she still softly tapped on it twice.
"Get. fucking. In." Jaxon's rough and deep voice echoed.
Veronica bit her lower lip and privately swore in her heart before pushing the door open. The interior architectural style astounded her again. The whole office space is circular in shape, with big floor-to-ceiling windows and bookshelves, innumerable book collections.
Jaxon sat at the massive curving desk, casually yet tastefully clothed, his fingers beneath his chin, and watched Veronica as she went in, “You just have an innocent look, but you're quite cunning.”
"I'm not sure what you're talking about." Veronica walked indifferently, put the ice cream bucket on the corner of the desk, and glanced at the computer on it, which was actually monitoring the artistic staircase.
‘Oh, he perhaps witnessed the quarrel between me and that woman.’
"I don't think this is scheming. It's simply simple self-defense,” Veronica defended herself quietly. “Teachers have emphasized that self-defense is important for everyone. Who else can defend me in this horrible castle except myself?”
"What are you afraid of? It's not like I'm your enemy." Jaxon questioned coldly, locking his gaze on her face.
"Do you want to taste my homemade ice cream? We can discuss that later." Veronica remarked, a little alarmed, knowing he was likely to get enraged. He enjoys the fish soup she prepares, but she is unsure about the ice cream.
"So, you are pleasing me now?" Jaxon asked but Veronica did not open her mouth, which made him angry again. "No, desserts are never something I eat."
"O-oh… I’ll take it away now." Veronica picked up the bucked again and was about to leave but stopped again after hearing a demand from Jaxon.
"Put it down!"
‘Why is this man always angry?’ Veronica stared at him, stunned, as his pitch-black eyeballs glanced at her and seized the bucket. ‘How long can this man be erratic?’
Jaxon picked up the spoon and was about to taste it. Suddenly, a series of complicated data codes appeared on the computer screen before him. He then dropped the spoon and stared blankly at Veronica.
"What?" Veronica frowned.
“Feed me.”
“W-what?” Veronica assumed she had misheard.
Jaxon quickly tapped on the soft keyboard, and remarked cold-bloodedly, "Do you really know how to please a man?"
Veronica was once again terrified of this guy. He turned out to know everything. She looked at the ice cream, paused for a while, and then asked, "Will you be able to talk to me peacefully after you taste it?" She emphasizes the phrase "peacefully."
"You have no right to negotiate with me, Veronica. Feed me!" Jaxon said without even looking at her.
Veronica felt the want to dump the whole bucket of ice cream on his head, but when she remembered her situation, she took a long breath and delicately scooped ice cream into his mouth. Jaxon ate the ice cream with his mouth open. The vanilla sweetness was exactly perfect. For a split second, his face hardened. It turns out that the sweets are quite delicious. He never ate desserts since the sweets he had eaten were either too sweet or too fatty for him, so he didn't eat them at all. However, what this lady prepared was to his liking, and she was not even a chef.
‘How is it possible?’
"Continue! Is your hand broken? Why are you so slow?"
Veronica was stunned for a few seconds and flinched when Jaxon yelled again. It seemed he didn't realize that he was being fed at all and urged her from time to time with an extremely serious expression. She had to feed him constantly while his attention was all on the computer. His slender fingers clicked the keyboard quickly, and the data on the screen kept changing. After a time, he pulled out his phone and dialed his subordinates.
"Purchase the L.T. firm, which has the most powerful picture processing technology! I'll pay you $6 billion USD if you finish it in a week!" As he finished his call, he called another again and started to speak on the transportation business a minute later, his voice steely and intent.
Every minute ticked past. The ice cream in the bucket was becoming less and less.
Veronica stood by all the time. Even if she hated Jaxon so much, she must admit that this man deserves to be the richest man in the world. He is not just a playboy. He is the CEO of the Knight International Corporation. His company's software and systems are used by billions of individuals all over the globe.
After feeding the ice cream, in order to let him talk to her peacefully, Veronica did not leave immediately, but turned to the French window.
The sky is as blue and pure as a gem outside the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, and the dense forest can't see the end. Such a primitive atmosphere may still be seen in the twenty-first century, yet the ambiance seems to kill her. It is already dusk outside the French windows, and the sunset glow is reflected on the windows, forming a realistic oil painting.
Veronica, with a long silk dress, stood near the window. She is natural and elegant, almost blended with the scenery outside the window. Her long black hair was draped on her shoulders, half covering her white face. She is not very beautiful, but she has a unique demeanor that can distract you.
Jaxon rose from his desk and approached her quietly. When he got closer, he saw her eyes unfocused, as if her spirit had gone away, leaving just a shell. "Is your soul missing?" He asked, feeling the pain he felt when he first saw her cry.
Jaxon was irritated by this sensation. When he was going to say anything, Veronica's eyes were suddenly filled with tears.
"Crying again?"
Veronica just stared at him. She couldn't utter any word. Jaxon's heart was strangely broken, and without thinking anything, he pushed her against the French window in a hurry. He seized her chin with one hand, dipped his head to kiss her, and feverishly explored her lips with his burning tongue.
"Hmm—" Veronica struggled, opening her eyes wide and pressing her hands on his muscular chest.
Jaxon leaned his head desperately to kiss her, gripped her flailing wrists with one hand, drew her whole body closer to the floor-to-ceiling glass, and probed every sensitivity point in her lips. He has an exceptional kissing style. Veronica despises him, yet her body can't stop quivering, even with tears on her face. His dark eyes met hers, and his thin lips lapped her tears one at a time.
"What are you doing, J-Jaxon… Ah...!" Veronica shouted as she escaped his lips, "Let me go!"
She was mistaken. She shouldn't even consider appeasing him. She expected it to be difficult, but the results had never intended for this to happen.
"Be my mate! Be mine again! No, you're mine to begin with!" A commanding voice echoed over her head.