Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1388: Taking Her First Time

Chapter 1388: Chapter 1388: Taking Her First Time

These photos were nothing else but secretly taken by Jesse Rowan.

They were very explicit.

"Jesse Rowan, you son of a bitch!" Joan Harry cursed as she burst into tears.

Raised with good manners, even her swearing sounded feeble.

It was the first time in her life she had encountered such a calamity, as if she had fallen from heaven into hell, and everything had lost its color.

"Delete the photos, delete them all." Joan Harry reached out, attempting to snatch them away.

Jesse Rowan smiled, his face clean, like a white fox.

He held a cigarette in one hand and turned off his phone with the other.

"Miss, if you’re not with me, do you think I can’t indulge in the photos by myself? These past few days alone could fuel memories for a lifetime. When I’m old, I’ll remember I once had such a woman, with skin as soft as cream and hands tender as young shoots."

Jesse Rowan was lost in the memories of those days.

He admitted that Joan Harry gave him a feeling he liked, a bit addictive even.

"What do you want? What do you need? Talk to my father." Joan Harry’s eyes were red and teary, unable to stop the flow.

"I’m not interested in money, I just like you."

Jesse Rowan blinked as he looked at Joan Harry, his expression maddeningly punchable.

Jesse Rowan, in his early twenties, wasn’t very old. His bangs made him look harmless and innocent.

Sadly, Mr. Rowan was anything but "innocent."

"Do you even know what liking someone means? Let me go home and delete the photos, and I won’t pursue this any further," Joan Harry held back refrain.

"Pursue this further?" Jesse Rowan laughed as if he heard a funny joke, "It was consensual, what’s there to pursue? Have I mistreated you these days? The breakfast you ate in the morning was made by a Michelin chef, oh, and I bought you a necklace, take a look."

As he spoke, Jesse Rowan actually took out a necklace from his pocket.

A platinum necklace, with a delicate star and moon pendant, scattered with glittering diamonds.

This was Jesse Rowan’s usual trick for pacifying women.

He was only interested in women who were hard to get. Once conquered, it wouldn’t take many days before he grew tired of them.

Joan Harry raised her hand, flicking away the necklace in his hand.

With a "ding", the necklace fell to the floor.

"Get out!" She raised her hand again and slapped Jesse Rowan.

It was the first time she had ever hit someone, her hand trembling and the slap lacking force.

But still, five finger marks appeared on Jesse Rowan’s clean face.

His expression darkened instantly, and he forcefully pushed Joan Harry onto the bed: "Not drinking a toast means drinking a forfeit? Hmm?"

The next second, he started viciously tearing open Joan Harry’s nightgown.

"Let me go... Let me go..." Joan Harry cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Her hands kept struggling, but the disparity in strength between men and women was too great; soon, she was restrained by Jesse Rowan.

Just like a few days ago, when Jesse Rowan took away her first time.

This time, he was no more merciful.

Joan Harry had never imagined that her first time would be given to a man with whom she had no connection.

And in such a violent way.

"I’ll make you feel good."

"Relax a little, are you trying to break me?"

In the faint night, the air was filled only with endless crying and the man’s indecent words.

"Do you like it?" The man laughed licentiously by her ear, his voice enchantingly persuasive.

Not to brag, but Mr. Rowan’s skills were definitely beyond reproach.

With his youth, and great stamina, he had many tricks up his sleeve.

If he claimed to be second in Landon, who would dare claim to be first!

Jesse Rowan had absolute confidence in himself.