Betrayed Then Back For Blood (Briar Jennings) novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278

Chapter 278

Ashton carried Briar back to the bedroom. She used her beauty and every trick in the book to charm him, and they finally spent a quiet and peaceful night in the bedroom.

When Briar woke up, it was already 9:30 a.m. the next day.

Briar struggled in bed for several minutes before she could finally get some strength back into her limp limbs.

“Dear, you’re awake?” Ashton chose that moment to enter, smiling as he scooped up the grimacing Briar from her sitting position and placed her on his lap. “Is your back sore, or are your legs weak?”

Briar glared at him for asking such an obvious question. “What do you

She thought, ‘Of course my back is sore and my legs are weak!‘

think?”

Ashton smiled and reached out to gently massage Briar’s sore back. “Don’t be mad. I had someone make your favorite seafood shrimp.”

“You think one meal can make up for your ravenous behavior last night?” Briar relaxed, letting Ashton’s hands massage her back.

Ashton glanced at the bright, sunny sky outside. “How about I lie down and let you have your way with me? Is an hour enough?”

Briar spoke in a calm, quiet voice, but her words carried immense power. “Get out!”

Ashton stifled a laugh. “Dear, this is a perfectly proper way to make it up to you. Why don’t you appreciate it?”

“Who’s really bullying whom here? If you lie down, can you guarantee you won’t move an inch?” Briar said irritably, pinching Ashton hard on the chest.

She was satisfied to hear him gasp.

Ashton endured the pain. “Dear, only a statue stays perfectly still.”

Briar had never once gotten the upper hand in their bedroom affairs. “Well, there you have it! You never listen to me. In the end, you always just do as you please. You’ll never change.”

“What do you mean, I don’t listen? I always do as you say in the end. You told me to be gentle, so I didn’t dare to use any force… Ouch! That hurts. Dear, let go.”

Ashton’s shameless, truth–twisting words drove Briar into a fury. Without hesitation, she bit him on the chest.

His poor nipples were ravaged and gnawed. The piercing pain could probably only be described as a mix of agony and ecstasy.

After an hour of playing around in the bedroom, Ashton carried the fully dressed Briar downstairs.

Brandon and Ian were already downstairs.

Even Frank was waiting eagerly in the living room. When he saw Briar come downstairs, he said, “Briar, you’re finally down. I’m starving to death.”

Briar’s face instantly burned hot. She struggled out of Ashton’s arms and jumped down.

She was blushing, but she would never admit it was due to shyness.

A smack was heard.

Ashton mercilessly slapped Frank on the back of the head. “Speak properly.”

Fuming but not daring to talk back, Frank aggrievedly followed behind Briar and whispered, “Briar, what do you even see in Ashton? He’s so violent. Be careful, or he might abuse you.”

“Rascal, I can hear you,” Ashton reminded him irritably.

Frank silently edged closer to Briar. “See, Briar? Ashton is so fierce.”

The corner of Briar’s mouth twitched. “Frank, is Connor back? You’re being a little… delicate today.”

Frank was speechless.

Briar’s

eyes crinkled into a smile as she watched Frank’s face turn red. “Don’t worry. Between Ashton and me, it’s not yet decided who’s the boss.”

Frank gave a thumbs–up. “As expected of the woman who conquered Ashton. You’re impressive.”

Ashton kept his word. He shelled every shrimp Briar ate, so she didn’t have to get her hands dirty.

The sight made Frank incredibly envious.

Unfortunately, he and Connor were in a long–distance relationship. Their connection was maintained almost entirely through physical intimacy. A genuinely romantic moment, like being fed at the dining table, was something he could only imagine.

Ian noticed the longing in Frank’s eyes. “You like this cheesy stuff?”

“You’re single, so you wouldn’t understand this kind of romance,” Frank said gloomily.

Brandon mercilessly exposed him. “Frank, I recall that whenever Connor comes back, you just sit in bed and wait for him to feed you, don’t you?”

Frank was speechless.

Ian burst out laughing.

After the meal, it was time to get down to business.

Briar returned to her villa alone. When she reappeared, the bulge under her loose coat made it obvious she had a gun tucked at her waist.

Her eyes were dark and cold, with faint bloodshot streaks and a murderous glint. She was like the god of slaughter about to enter a battlefield, radiating an imposing aura.

Frank gulped. “Don’t you guys think Briar looks a little scary like this?”

“Yeah, she’s quite terrifying,” lan agreed with a nod.

However, this was the Briar he knew. Jaded and ruthless, as if every breath she took was laced with killing intent. A single glance from her was enough to make the weak–willed retreat without a fight.

Brandon’s respect for Briar deepened. He hurried to the car to open the door for her. “After you, Mrs. Wade.”

Ian scoffed, “Bootlicker!”

Brandon ignored him, waited for Ashton to get in the car, then slipped into the driver’s seat and drove off.

“Hey!” Frank panicked. “We haven’t gotten in the car yet.”

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