Chapter 290

"If you dare marry Jordan Bryant, I'll sleep with you eight hundred times in your new home." Ronald Wright, what a psycho. Fuming, my jaw clenched tight. I itched to check just how many messages he’d bombarded me with since I blocked him, and more importantly, what kind of insane stuff he wrote. Just then, the man next to me suddenly brushed my neck. His large hand casually rested on my wrist, and my body instantly froze—I was too afraid to move an inch. When he finally settled down, I let out a quiet breath, but still didn’t dare look over. I quickly switched the phone back and placed it quietly near his bed. The next morning. The whole estate had completely flipped—gone was the mess from yesterday. The floors and couches were spotless. The smell of breakfast lingered pleasantly in the air. Heading downstairs, a few housekeepers greeted me sweetly. “Good morning, Ma’am.” My eyes narrowed slightly. I didn’t expect Ronald to bring in maids. Was he seriously planning to stay here long-te