My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

On the highest floor of the hotel was a royal suite booked under the name Jean Widjaya.

Jean entered the living room of the room while carrying Lilia. Jean's black suit wrapped Lilia's body, covering her torn dress. He sat the woman on one of the sofas and took out the medicine box. Without saying a word, Jean started applying some ointment on the bruises on her cheeks and body from her struggle with Peter earlier.

The silence between the two made Lilia feel even more guilty. She avoided Jean's gaze by looking around the room.

The decor in the royal suite looked minimalist but gave a luxurious impression. A thick, soft Persian rug spread over the floor. The room, divided into several different rooms, such as the living room, kitchen, and bedroom, felt too spacious to stay alone.

"... Why did you go to that room?" Jean's flat voice couldn't hide his anger behind it.

Lilia bit her lip and answered in a small voice, "I just wanted to confirm whether it was really a trap or not. I've tried to call you many times, but you didn't pick up ... "

Hearing that, Jean could only sigh. He had to admit that he was also guilty of this incident. After meeting with the mayor, he got into a long conversation with one of his clients. Fifteen minutes had passed when Jean finally read the message from Lilia.

"You can also tell Tom and the others. I've told them to take care of you, but see… they are really unreliable." Jean's scolding turned into grumbling about his friends.

Lilia shrank even more when Jean blamed them, "…Sorry." She muttered with her head down.

Jean finished treating Lilia and returned the medicine box. He walked over to Lilia and stopped in front of her, his hands slowly grasped Lilia's hands.

Lilia slowly raised her face and met Jean's eyes. She came back to the fact that Jean was very tall as his neck started to ache. The dark blue shirt that the man was wearing accentuated his broad chest and athletic build.

Jean suddenly leaned towards Lilia. His large, firm hands rested on the arm of the sofa, trapping Lilia between his arms. The woman automatically inched backwards as Jean's handsome face approached her. Lilia looked around in panic, but that man had blocked all her escape routes.

"What would you do if I didn't come in time?" Lilia could hear Jean's voice trembling as he said that.

Lilia could not answer him. She didn't really think about the possibility and only thought that everything would be fine as long as she didn't enter that room. Lilia remembered the fear and despair she felt when the handle slipped from the room's door. Her body trembled violently at the thought of what Peter would do to her. If Jean didn't appear at that time, heaven knew what would happen next.

After Peter had his way with her, Lilia would probably have to be hospitalized, and all her hard work would be in vain. Her reputation, her career and her life would certainly fall apart. Her merciless family would never recognize her as their daughter anymore.

Just like Peter said—Lilia would rather die than to live like that.

Jean saw Lilia's body trembling violently and fear colored her eyes. The man sighed and all his anger disappeared. He gently embraced her while stroking her back.

After a while, Lilia's panic died down and her body stopped shaking.

"... Sorry I didn't come sooner." Jean muttered softly, but the woman in his arms could hear his words.

Lilia's eyes widened. She was taken aback by the fact that even a haughty and cold man like him could apologize like a normal person.

She shook her head, "I know you will come." Then said softly, "I may be new to you, but I know that."

Lilia could feel Jean's body stiffening in surprise. Even Lilia herself didn't know since when did her trust in Jean grow this big. Maybe since Jean took Lilia's side at dinner that night? Or maybe since their conversation in the hotel garden tonight? She could not answer these herself.

As Lilia was deep in thought, Jean came to his senses and slowly let go of his hug. He stared deeply into the woman's pair of dark eyes for a few seconds. Learning that Lilia trusted him, Jean's love for this brave woman was even more overwhelming. Still, he didn't dare to let that emotion appear on his face. If Lilia found out how much Jean loved her, that woman would run away from her.

Jean didn't want to let Lilia slip away from his grasp again.

He lifted Lilia's chin so that their eyes met, "Don't ever do this again, okay?" He pleaded, rubbing her smooth skin.

Jean's deep sexy voice and the touch of his gentle hands made Lilia's face turn tomato red. For a moment, she'd forgotten how to speak and could only nod in silence.

"Very nice." Jean smiled gently, his finger continued to stroke Lilia's face.

Lilia's heart was beating even faster as Jean's face got closer to her. Their eyes locked, and Lilia could see her face reflected in the man's blue eyes.

Time seemed to slow down as Lilia closed her eyes and let Jean kiss her.

However, they were interrupted by the same person once again.

When Jean's lips were only half an inch away from Lilia, the royal suite door swung open and Tom burst in.

"Bro, that bastard told me everything!"

Tom immediately regretted his stupidity when Jean's gaze fell on him.. If gazes could kill, Tom would have been chopped in pieces by now.