Chapter 131: Chapter 131

Zinnia made a sad discovery. No matter how calm and indifferent she appeared on the surface, hearing Jenson’s words still made her heart pound and flutter.

She couldn’t help but fantasize that maybe he didn’t have a complete absence of love for her. But she quickly bit her lip and snapped back to reality. It was a bitter thought, but she realized this was nothing more than Jenson’s possessiveness at work. Even as his ex-wife, a woman he no longer wanted, he couldn’t stand the idea of another man touching her. He had always been that domineering, and his power only amplified it. In truth, his words had nothing to do with love. It would be utterly ridiculous for her to believe otherwise.

However, given Jenson’s attitude, Zinnia now worried if she would even be able to leave the country tomorrow.

Old Madam Forrest was speechless for a moment before she burst out laughing from sheer anger. The elegant old lady, who had maintained her grace for a lifetime, suddenly unleashed a torrent of curses. "Nonsense! The divorce is about to be finalized, and you still want to block Zinnia’s chance at a new life and ruin her future? Is that even something a human should say? Get out! Get out! Get out of my sight right now!"

The old madam lifted her cane and swung at Jenson again. As the commotion moved toward the door, Zinnia instinctively pushed it open. But just as she did, Old Madam Forrest’s cane swung in her direction. Jenson dodged, and the cane sliced through the air, heading straight for Zinnia’s face.

Zinnia squeezed her eyes shut in fear, but the expected pain never came. Her petite frame was pulled into a familiar, warm embrace, shielding her completely.

A muffled THUD sounded as the cane made impact. The man buried his face in her neck and let out a low grunt. His warm breath and the soft sound tickled her ear, sending a tingling sensation through her. The tips of Zinnia’s ears immediately turned a telltale shade of red.

"Are you alright?" she asked, immediately pushing Jenson away in a panic to check him over.

She didn’t know where her grandmother’s cane had struck him and worried it might have been his head. Her fears seemed to be confirmed when she saw Jenson clutching the back of his head, his expression pained. The Calming Tea she was holding had also spilled all over his chest, leaving a steaming mess on his white shirt.

Seeing this, Old Madam Forrest’s anger finally gave way to concern. She tossed her cane aside and waved a hand. "Zinnia, take him out and get him cleaned up. His EQ is low enough as it is; don’t let him get beaten into an idiot." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NoveI-Fire.ɴet

"Okay, Grandma. Please get some rest and don’t worry," Zinnia nodded quickly. "I’ll be back to talk with you in a bit."

She pulled Jenson out of the room. Not far away was the bedroom Old Madam Forrest had specially reserved for them at the family estate. Zinnia helped him inside and sat him down on the sofa, anxiously trying to check the injury on his head.

"Don’t cover it. That will only make it swell. Is it bleeding?" She pulled his hand away and began anxiously parting his hair to find the injury.

He had thick, smooth hair with a volume that would make anyone envious, which unfortunately made finding a wound incredibly difficult. After searching for a long time without success, Zinnia asked again, her voice laced with worry, "How do you feel? Where exactly is it? I can’t find anything."

Leaning against the sofa with one hand supporting his forehead, Jenson replied, "Dizzy and nauseous."

As he spoke, he swayed, and his handsome face came to rest directly against Zinnia’s lower abdomen. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

The soft touch of his face against her belly was indescribably intimate and affectionate. It was the closest Jenson had ever been to their baby. Zinnia’s body went rigid, as if she were under a spell. She couldn’t speak, and her breath caught in her throat.

"You... you don’t have a concussion, do you?"

"Can’t rule out the possibility. Why don’t you help me to bed? Keep me company for a while?" Jenson murmured, rubbing his forehead against her belly.

Zinnia suspected he was faking it. He was acting just like Julia had when she’d wheedled and pleaded to have a sleepover at her place. Staring at the top of his dark-haired head for a moment, Zinnia gritted her teeth.

"Fine, I’ll help you up."

She bent down and helped Jenson up, guiding him toward the large bed. As they reached the edge, he lowered his head, a faint smirk touching his lips.

Heh, Eighth’s little brat actually knows a thing or two, Jenson thought, readily letting her guide him.

Just as he was about to lie down, Zinnia suddenly let go, lifted her foot, and kicked him squarely on his firm rear.

His tall, heavy body pitched forward, and he face-planted onto the bed.

"Zinnia!" he roared, utterly stunned. It was the first time in his life he’d ever experienced something .

This wasn’t just plucking a whisker from a tiger; this was dancing on its head.

Zinnia used to be terrified of Jenson. To her, he was a figure of authority like a father or older brother, yet also the person she cherished with all her heart. She had always been so careful, trying to please him, afraid to even cause him a moment’s frown. But now, she was giving up. The love was gone, and the illusions were shattered. With nothing left to lose, she threw caution to the wind. She wasn’t afraid of him anymore.

Zinnia crossed her arms, tilting her chin up. "Well, listen to that. Such a loud shout for someone so ’weak.’ I never realized Young Master Forrest had such a taste for being abused."

She let out a dry laugh and turned to leave.

Suddenly, a powerful arm wrapped around her waist. The next second, her world spun, and she found herself pinned underneath him.

She struggled, but Jenson was like a ferocious lion. He captured both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head. His powerful legs trapped hers, and with his free hand, he tore off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt.

He exuded a wild, untamable aura. A cold smirk played on his lips as he spoke. "How can a man be weak in bed? And I never knew you liked me to shout in bed."

He deliberately twisted her words. Zinnia’s face flushed with a mixture of anger and fear. "What are you doing?" she stammered.

"A man and a woman. A husband and wife. Alone in a bedroom. What do you think we’re doing?" As he spoke, Jenson finished unbuttoning his shirt. He lifted his hips slightly to pull the shirttails from his pants.

His shirt fell open, revealing a sculpted chest and abdomen. He had pale skin, but the area scalded by the hot tea was now an inflamed red, creating a strangely alluring contrast. Zinnia’s senses were flooded with his unique scent—cool pine and clean masculinity, a potent and dizzying mix of hormones.

Her chest heaved. Panic, tension, shame, and despair washed over her all at once. Biting her lip, she felt tears welling in her eyes. "Jenson, you bastard! We’ve already registered for divorce! You’re about to go play daddy to another woman’s child, so why are you still harassing me?! I’m telling you, if you dare touch me today, I’ll... I’ll..."

At the crucial moment, she faltered. For someone who had been a ’good girl’ for so long, making such vicious threats was nearly impossible.

Seeing her face flush red with frustration, Jenson couldn’t help but let out a short, derisive laugh. "You’ll do what to me? Honestly, if you’ve got it in you, you’d better save your strength. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll be the first woman in history to die from holding back a threat."

Zinnia was speechless. The insult was so profound it sparked a flash of inspiration. Her eyes lit up as she blurted out, "I’ll give you a physical castration in your sleep!"

Jenson raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his face. "Oh? You even know the term ’physical castration’? Do you know where to cut? Are you capable?"

Zinnia let out a cold laugh. "Of course I do. One quick slice and—*snip*—no more sausage. I’ll make sure it’s quick and precise so you won’t suffer too much."

As she spoke, she shot a vicious glare at a certain part of his anatomy, a look so menacing it was meant to make any man instinctively clench his thighs in fear. She wanted to see if he’d finally be scared.

But not only did the man not flinch, he... reacted. A visible change was occurring, straining against the fabric of his trousers.

Zinnia’s eyes stung as if she’d seen something forbidden. She immediately snapped her gaze away, her eyes flitting around the room in embarrassment.

Jenson laughed, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He pulled her hand down, pressing it firmly against the hardness. "Silly girl," he murmured. "You’re supposed to cut *here*."

Her hand was forced to cup the heavy, hot proof of his arousal. Zinnia’s entire body flushed a deep crimson, and she was so angry and mortified she was on the verge of tears.