Chapter 136 His Humiliation
"Alison, don't you wanna prove something? I think it's time for your act to end." Jack was getting more convinced she had a scar on her chest; otherwise, she wouldn't be so scared to undress.
"Fine, I'll do it." Her hands started to shake as she fumbled with the buttons, undoing them one by one. Her short hair swayed gently with her movements, almost like a fairy, making him momentarily soften.
But he steeled himself and kept watching her intently.
The buttons came undone, revealing a floral-patterned bra with lace trim, her favorite style. The bra looked familiar to him.
But then her hands stopped.
The scar had turned into a red mark, just beneath her soft skin.
"What, are you shy now? Have you been with my brother these past few days?" The thought infuriated him. What did she think of him and his brother?
"No, Jack, I really haven't. Don't say that."
"Heh, you even have a kid, and you're still playing innocent. Alison, beneath that pure exterior, you're quite the wild one. Now you're blushing just from undressing. You're good at pretending, but don't think I'll believe you anymore. Hurry up and take it off!" He urged, taking a deep drag from his cigarette, watching her through the smoke, which made her appear blurry.
She slowly spread her arms and reluctantly took off her outer clothes, leaving only her bra against her skin.
Really, she had nothing to fear, right?
She had checked before leaving the house and had even removed the bandage. Although it still hurt, the scar had been lightened by the plastic surgeon, leaving only a faint pink mark, which was distinctly different from her normal skin color.
Her skin was fair, and the pink mark stood out.
She let her hands fall to her sides, looking at Jack without backing down, thinking about how to deal with him.
There had to be a way.
He didn't like her, and she wasn't the one he was going to marry.
So, since they couldn't spend their lives together, she wouldn't let him take her two precious children, Sophia and Ethan. They were her lifeline, and she loved them dearly.
She was thin, but the two soft mounds hidden by her bra instantly caught his attention. He had seen many women's bodies, but at this moment, he felt a surge of heat, even a desire for her.
No, he couldn't share a woman with his brother, nor could he touch this woman who made him feel dirty.
She stood before him, a bit nervous, but her gentle demeanor remained unchanged. The more he looked, the more she reminded him of the woman from those three months, with every move and expression so similar.
"Keep going," he ordered coldly.
Alison really didn't want to take off her bra, but she decided to remove her pants instead.
Undressing was usually a mundane task, but now, it felt extraordinary because a man was sitting across from her, watching.
The dim light in the living room wasn't harsh, but she felt it was unusually bright, making her anxious.
Since it was summer, she only wore a small pair of panties under her pants, matching her bra. As she slowly took off her pants, revealing the small panties at her waist, his throat tightened, and the feeling grew stronger.
He smoked, staring at her like he wanted to absorb her into his body, so she wouldn't seduce other men.
When the zipper came undone and the pants slid to the floor, leaving her in just her bra and panties, he couldn't look away. Her skin was smooth and fair, reflecting the light in a dazzling way.
Alison thought hazily that he had already seen her body countless times. What difference did it make this time?
With that thought, she stood calmly before him, ready to do as he asked.
For the past three months, she had endured because she owed him $120,000, a debt she could never repay in her lifetime. But as long as she could, she would try to pay it back.
"Keep going," he urged in a deep voice after watching her for a long time without any further action. He had thought that if she was afraid of him seeing the scar, she would take off her panties first, then her bra.
But he was wrong.
Alison had thought of that too.
Her hands moved to the clasp of her bra, starting to undo it.
Bit by bit, the bra finally came undone, revealing a patch of red, raw-looking skin where the scar should have been.
No scar, but the location and color were off.
"What happened to your chest?" he muttered, his eyes flickering, hoping she would give him a reasonable explanation.
"I fell while playing with the kids, got a bruise. I went to the hospital and got it treated. The swelling will go down in a few days, and it won't scar. Thanks for your concern," Alison explained in detail, hoping to get by. Such a mark would be recognizable to someone familiar with cosmetic surgery, but she was sure Jack hadn't seen it before.
His women would never show their flaws in front of him, so he wouldn't know.
Jack was skeptical; the location matched the scar he remembered.
He suddenly stood up, tossed the cigarette into the ashtray, and walked quickly to her.
Her round breasts were right in front of him. He reached out and roughly grabbed one, making her wince in pain.
"Jack... don't..."
But his eyes were fixed on the spot where the scar should have been, still not seeing it.
He didn't believe it and pressed his fingers into the spot, making her gasp in pain, but she bit her lip and stayed silent.
"Quite a fall, huh? Did the doctor really say it wouldn't scar?" he asked casually, his eyes scanning her, making her want to hide. She knew he wouldn't let her off easily.
"Yes," she replied.
"Good, scars on a woman aren't pretty," he said, making her blush and lower her head, feeling exposed under the living room lights.
Even though he didn't see the scar, his doubts weren't dispelled. He wasn't happy or disappointed, just filled with suspicion, not believing what he saw.
But her chest, aside from the red mark, had nothing else.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. Her chest pressed against his, but the injured spot hurt on contact.
She leaned against him, saying nothing, wanting to resist but knowing she couldn't win. If she could, she would run far away, never to see him again.
"Why so careless? So disobedient," he panted, the fire inside him igniting, his breath quickening.
He knew he couldn't escape her tonight.
But her body...