Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161: Isabelle Martin, Stop It
Jeffrey Foster felt quite innocent; how was he seducing her?
Yet Isabelle Martin’s entire body leaned against him, and although he felt extremely stiff, he had the first notion of not wanting to push her away. Standing in the cold wind, Jeffrey Foster touched her small, cold hands and finally compromised, "Let go of me, and we’ll go back."
"Really? Okay then!" Isabelle Martin was in high spirits, her voice especially cheerful, and she finally let go of Jeffrey Foster.
The tension in Jeffrey Foster’s waist relaxed, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, the girl grabbed his arm, "The road is slippery, I’ll hold onto you."
Where was the inquiry? She had simply made a decision for Jeffrey Foster.
Jeffrey Foster felt helpless, yet he wasn’t sure if it was because of the emptiness left by the girl’s departure tonight, or the worry stirred by hearing her parents’ difficulties with her. In any case, tonight Jeffrey Foster felt unusually soft-hearted, and indeed allowed Isabelle Martin to support him.
There was still some distance from the Martin’s villa to Jeffrey Foster’s villa, but neither of them was in a hurry, strolling leisurely through the late-night neighborhood.
The late-night wind at the end of February in Swallow City was still quite chilly, making the face feel cold, but Isabelle Martin didn’t feel cold at all; she was even sweating all over, all because of excitement.
Jeffrey Foster walked beside Isabelle Martin, for unknown reasons he could clearly feel the girl’s emotions, a pure joy like dropping an effervescent tablet into warm water, spreading bubbles throughout the glass and inevitably affecting everyone around.
This puzzled Jeffrey Foster. Previously, even when his eyesight was good, he seldom felt others’ emotions.
Yet now, despite seeing nothing, he could clearly discern the various emotions of the girl beside him, and her emotions were slowly but surely influencing him.
In the past, Jeffrey Foster would definitely have been very repulsed by this, as he hated anything out of control, but at this moment, with the girl’s soft hand holding his arm, her light steps, and occasionally humming an out-of-tune melody, not only did he not feel annoyed, he even couldn’t help but wonder what expression she had while accompanying him.
"We’re here!" Isabelle Martin announced this, and Jeffrey Foster paused slightly. The road that felt very long on the way seemed surprisingly quick now; they had already arrived without him really noticing.
Isabelle Martin pulled Jeffrey Foster into the room. Though she had been there just this afternoon, entering now felt very different.
"Um... Should I see you upstairs?" Isabelle Martin thought she might stay over tonight, and suddenly her voice had a hint of nervousness.
"You should go back." This time, Jeffrey Foster did not indulge Isabelle Martin. It wouldn’t matter much to him if someone knew she stayed the night at his villa, unclear as it might be, but for Isabelle, it was different.
Society usually is harsher on women; nobody understood this better than Jeffrey Foster.
Upon hearing this, Isabelle Martin’s face instantly fell, "You are going back on your word!"
Jeffrey Foster didn’t know why hearing the girl say this automatically conjured an image of her pouting in his mind, a smile graced his lips, "I didn’t promise you."
"You..." Isabelle Martin thought about it carefully and felt it indeed seemed that way, instantly feeling this person, who appeared genteel and pure, was not at all like that.
But tonight, she finally broke down a bit of Jeffrey Foster’s defenses; how could she be willing to just go back? Looking at Jeffrey Foster’s handsome face, "I can go back, but you must answer a few questions and not lie."
Jeffrey Foster pressed his temples, knowing the young girl wouldn’t be easily dismissed. Hearing her demeanor, he knew if he didn’t agree, she would definitely refuse to leave, so he nodded helplessly, "Ask away."
"Okay, first, did you come to my house tonight because you were worried about me?" Before, Jeffrey Foster didn’t admit it, but tonight Isabelle Martin wanted an answer from the man.
Jeffrey Foster opened his mouth, but the girl spoke first, "Mr. Foster, you are an upright man, don’t lie."
Isabelle Martin deliberately emphasized this twice.
Jeffrey Foster felt helpless but amused, finally nodding in resignation, "Hmm, I didn’t want you to be blamed because of me."
"You don’t have to say the rest." Isabelle Martin didn’t want to hear Jeffrey Foster’s redundant explanations. She only needed to know the man was worried about her. After speaking, she didn’t give Jeffrey Foster a chance to reply and asked the second question, "Do you have desire for me?"
Jeffrey Foster pinched his eyebrows; the young girl’s questions were becoming more clever, bold, and direct, leaving him with no escape.
Seeing Jeffrey Foster’s headache, Isabelle Martin leaned closer, "Don’t lie to me, I can feel it."
So, was she asking knowingly?
Jeffrey Foster was somewhat provoked by Isabelle Martin; he steadied his breath, "Hmm."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Isabelle Martin had prepared for Jeffrey Foster to deny it, yet he responded with a soft but certain "hmm."
Unable to control herself, she choked on her saliva, unable to ask the next question for a long time. Instead, it was Jeffrey Foster, seeing her embarrassment, uncertain if he was being mischievous or kind, who reminded her, "Next one."
Isabelle Martin took a deep breath, looking at the man close at hand, "Can I... kiss you?"
Actually, Isabelle Martin wanted to ask if she could pursue him, yet looking at the man’s handsome and calm demeanor, suddenly lust overtook her, asking something different.
Jeffrey Foster was visibly startled, his mouth opening as if to say something, but in the next moment, a scent reached his nose, and then his lips felt soft as they were kissed by the girl’s lips.
Before Jeffrey Foster could react, the softness on his lips was gone, and then he heard the girl triumphantly say, "Whether you allow it or not, I’ve already kissed you, and anyway, you like it."
Gone was the panic and insecurity from being rejected by him that day; at this moment, she seemed to have regained confidence from him, bold and proud.
Jeffrey Foster was unable to restrain himself for a moment and ended up laughing.
His laugh again encouraged Isabelle Martin; looking at the man’s upturned lips, she was momentarily dumbfounded, then suddenly, like a little bomb, threw herself on Jeffrey Foster, tiptoeing and kissing him firmly again.
Jeffrey Foster was startled by the girl’s enthusiasm, momentarily forgetful of action, allowing her to kiss him clumsily yet passionately. Although one of his hands was injured, the other had recovered quite well; merely lifting it slightly could push the girl away.
Yet he remained dazed for a long time without responding, even unconsciously enhancing the kiss to meet the girl.
He didn’t have much kissing experience, but that didn’t prevent him from appreciating the girl’s sweetness, his heart swaying along with her softness.
What made it even worse was that the girl’s entire body was pressed against Jeffrey Foster when she kissed him, leading him to discover that she seemed to be really naked underneath a loose plush nightgown, with the zipper descending with each intentional lift of her heels, making the softness he touched last time tightly against his arm, letting him experience it truly and distinctly.
Jeffrey Foster had just admitted earlier that he had desires for Isabelle Martin, and now being kissed by her out of the blue and having their bodies pressed together, his breathing inevitably grew heavier, and he hastily pushed Isabelle Martin away.
"Hmm..." Isabelle Martin was suddenly pushed away; though the force from the man wasn’t much, she still stumbled due to balancing on her tiptoes, looking at the man with misty, aggrieved eyes.
Jeffrey Foster finally regained some clarity, his voice hoarse, "Isabelle Martin, don’t do this."
Isabelle Martin was initially aggrieved, but upon hearing the man’s changed tone and seeing his reddened eyes, despite his inability to see, her heart trembled, and the aggrieved emotion dissipated. She knew she was finally not having a one-sided affliction, mischievously mumbled in a soft voice, "I don’t want to either, but I can’t help it when I see you. I really, really like you, Mr. Foster."
Really like you, Mr. Foster...
Hearing Isabelle Martin’s coquettish confession, Jeffrey Foster couldn’t help but repeat it in his head, feeling an inexplicable urge to ask how much she liked him.
But he restrained himself.
"Stop fooling around, you’ve finished asking your questions, it’s time for you to go back." Jeffrey Foster’s body was tense, afraid that if the girl stayed any longer, he really wouldn’t be able to refuse.
But in his current sorry state, what does he have to respond to her feelings?
...
Refresh a little later.
"We’ve arrived!" When Isabelle Martin said this, Jeffrey Foster’s steps paused slightly. The road that felt incredibly long when he came seemed surprisingly quick now; he hadn’t even noticed how they got there.
Isabelle Martin pulled Jeffrey Foster into the room. Although she was there in the afternoon, coming in now felt drastically different to her.
"Um...should I take you up?" Isabelle Martin, thinking she might spend the night here, suddenly spoke with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"You should go back." This time, Jeffrey Foster didn’t give in to Isabelle Martin. The young girl, staying overnight at his villa like this, would be no big deal to him but would be different for Isabelle Martin if people found out.
Society is often harsher on women, and no one understood this better than Jeffrey Foster.
Isabelle Martin’s face instantly fell, "You broke your promise!"
Jeffrey Foster, for some reason, automatically envisioned her puffed-up expression in his mind upon hearing this and couldn’t help but smile slightly, "I never agreed to you."
"You..." Isabelle Martin thought for a moment and realized it might be true; she suddenly felt that this person, who seemed gentle and pure, wasn’t exactly that.
But she was unwilling to go back after painstakingly breaking through a little of Jeffrey Foster’s defenses tonight. Looking at Jeffrey Foster’s handsome face, she said, "I can go back, but you must answer a few of my questions, and no lying."
Jeffrey Foster rubbed his temples, knowing that the little girl wouldn’t be easy to deal with. However, hearing her tone, he knew if he didn’t agree, she would certainly not leave, so he nodded helplessly, "Go ahead, ask."
"Alright, the first one, did you come to my house tonight out of concern for me?" Jeffrey Foster hadn’t admitted it before, but tonight Isabelle Martin wanted an answer from the man.
Jeffrey Foster opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the girl interjected, "Mr. Foster, you’re a man of great stature, no lying."
Isabelle Martin deliberately emphasized it twice.
Jeffrey Foster, helpless yet amused, finally nodded in resignation, "Yes, I didn’t want you to be rebuked because of me."
"You can skip the last part." Isabelle Martin wasn’t interested in Jeffrey Foster’s superfluous explanations; she only needed to know that the man was concerned. After speaking, she didn’t give Jeffrey Foster a chance to respond and continued to the second question, "Do you desire me?"
Jeffrey Foster pinched his brow, the little girl was getting more and more tricky, her questions bold and straightforward, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Isabelle Martin leaned in as she saw Jeffrey Foster’s headache, "Don’t lie to me, I can feel it."
So she was knowingly asking?
Jeffrey Foster felt provoked by Isabelle Martin and steadied his breathing, "Yes."
"Cough cough cough..." Isabelle Martin was prepared for Jeffrey Foster’s denial, but he simply affirmed it with a sound, though light, it was certain.
She couldn’t suppress it and choked on her own saliva, unable to ask the next question for a moment. Instead, Jeffrey Foster, seeing her embarrassment, didn’t know if it was malicious or kind-hearted that made him remind her, "Next one."
Isabelle Martin took a deep breath, looking at the man just inches away, "Can I...kiss you?"
Actually, Isabelle Martin wanted to ask if she could pursue him, but as she watched the man’s handsome and calm demeanor, she suddenly blurted out something else, overwhelmed by lust.
Jeffrey Foster was clearly startled, his mouth opened as if to say something, but the next moment a fragrance assaulted his nose, then his lips softened as the girl’s lips landed on his.
Before Jeffrey Foster could react, the softness left, and he heard the girl proudly say, "Whether you permit it or not, I’ve already kissed you; after all, you liked it."
The panic and low self-esteem she felt after being rejected by him that day were gone, and she seemed to have found confidence from him, bold and proud.
Jeffrey Foster, unable to restrain himself for a moment, burst into laughter.
And that smile encouraged Isabelle Martin again. Looking at the man’s upturned lips, she was momentarily stunned, then suddenly lunged at Jeffrey Foster like a small cannonball, tiptoeing to kiss him again fiercely.
Jeffrey Foster was startled by the girl’s enthusiasm, momentarily frozen, letting her kiss him clumsily yet passionately. Though one of Jeffrey Foster’s hands was injured, the other had recovered well enough that he could easily push the girl away by lifting it slightly.
Yet he remained rooted in place for a long time without reacting, even unconsciously deepening the kiss with the girl in response.
Although he had little experience with kissing, it didn’t prevent him from appreciating the girl’s beauty, his heart swaying with her gentleness.
Even worse, as the girl kissed him, her whole body pressed against Jeffrey Foster’s, revealing that she seemed to be wearing a loose plush nightgown over nothing else. Whether intentionally or not, several times she raised her heels, making the zipper slide down, pressing the softness he touched last time tightly against his arm, letting him feel its wonder even more vividly with each breath.
Jeffrey Foster had just admitted his desire for Isabelle Martin, and now, being kissed by the girl, their bodies pressed together, his breathing inevitably grew heavier, and he panicked as he pushed Isabelle Martin away.
"Um..." Isabelle Martin was suddenly pushed away. Though the man’s strength wasn’t great, her toes were still tiptoeing, and she staggered slightly, her misty eyes filled with grievance as she looked at the man.
Jeffrey Foster finally regained some clarity, his voice hoarse, "Isabelle Martin, don’t do this."
Originally feeling wronged, Isabelle Martin’s heart fluttered at the man’s changed tone and the subtly blushing corners of his eyes she couldn’t see, and the grievance vanished. She knew now she wasn’t acting unilaterally, so she mischievously murmured, "I don’t want to either, but I can’t resist when I see you. I really like you, Mr. Foster."
Really like you, Mr. Foster...
Hearing Isabelle Martin’s coquettish confession, Jeffrey Foster couldn’t help but repeat it in his head, feeling an inexplicable urge to ask how much she liked him.
But he restrained himself.
"Stop fooling around, you’ve finished asking your questions, it’s time for you to go back." Jeffrey Foster’s body was tense, afraid that if the girl stayed any longer, he really wouldn’t be able to refuse.
But in his current sorry state, what does he have to respond to her feelings?