The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 439 - 418: I’ll Do It Myself!

Chapter 439: Chapter 418: I’ll Do It Myself!

"If you get too excited, you’ll lose control, and you’ll end up spending the day soaking in the bathtub, unable to go anywhere!"

Jaysen Smith gave her a cold glance, his tone filled with a strong warning. He then pinched her chest fiercely, "A man’s patience can’t be provoked at times like this!"

The man’s face seemed to change in an instant; the heavy complexion turning red as beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. His breath grew heavier as he leaned into her, and the bloodshot veins in his eyes became more prominent.

"I can do it myself!"

Sienna Harrison was startled by his sudden movement, and her eyes widened when she spotted his lower abdomen. She snatched the bath ball from his hand and pushed him forcefully, "Get out!"

This time, Jaysen didn’t argue. He looked deeply into her eyes before standing up and turning to leave. When he reached the door, he added, "Call me when you’re done washing!"

He knew she had already washed herself and just needed to rinse off, but he couldn’t stay there any longer!

That round of lovemaking had already made her cry and beg for mercy. If they did it again, he wouldn’t be able to focus on the matters at hand later. He couldn’t ruin everything just for a moment of pleasure with this unpredictable woman.

Some things have to be done while the iron is hot!

Jaysen quickly took a shower in the living room bathroom, got dressed, and waited for her in the bedroom. As expected, she didn’t call for him after her shower. She simply put on a bathrobe and emerged with her wet hair.

"What... what should I wear?"

Sienna Harrison lowered her gaze to the tattered clothes she had on, her voice soft and hesitant. She didn’t dare to meet his overly focused gaze.

Jaysen just stared at her deeply, not answering her question. Instead, he grabbed a hairdryer and pulled her onto a chair. He carefully dried her hair, the warm air penetrating her scalp and seeping into her heart.

As Jaysen was about to grab a comb, Sienna spoke, "Don’t use a comb! I just got my hair curled, and if you comb it, it’ll straighten out. Just use your fingers to separate and dry it!"

"Oh!"

After giving a short response, Jaysen obediently put the comb back where it came from. He then clumsily spread his fingers to detangle her messy hair, drying it carefully. After a while, he felt like he wasn’t doing a good job, "Never mind, I’m not very good at this. I’ll dry it first, and then we can take you to the stylist to fix it later!"

Somewhere inside, Sienna suddenly felt a strong urge to cry.

It was as if this statement had struck a tender spot within her heart, leaving a stinging, numbing yet sweet feeling. Sienna felt warmth in her chest, a prickling sensation in her eyes, and a hoarseness in her throat.

"No, you’re doing a good job. This is fine!"

"Really?"

Jaysen chuckled lightly as he slowed down his fingers, combing through her hair strand by strand, so gently and carefully. Sienna couldn’t help but recall Ivy Aretha’s words, "You really don’t know he loves you, do you?"

Maybe he did love her. As for why, she didn’t care. At least, being together like this was nice - something she never experienced in her over six years with Theo Scott.

Impulsive thoughts were fleeting. She asked questions she had been wanting to ask.

"Jaysen... Jaysen Smith, do you love me?"

When she finally asked the question she had been longing to ask, the tension did not dissipate but instead intensified. A chorus of voices in her head reminded both her and him about love. But the answer she craved never came!

Upon hearing her question, Jaysen’s hand paused with the hairdryer; his hair-tucking motion stopped momentarily but quickly resumed. He remained silent for a while before speaking in a quiet and calm tone.

"Haven’t we done it already?" The man’s soft, melancholy voice drifted into her ears. "Don’t you already know if I love you or not?"

Sienna: "..."

What kind of answer is this?

"So, do you love me or not?" Despite telling herself not to ask if she didn’t get an answer, she couldn’t help it. "Jaysen Smith, tell me, do you love me?"

"Is it important to you if I love you or not?"

If it were important, he would have told her already. But she had never cared about his feelings, which never mattered in her life. Even when he filled her life with his presence, she didn’t even know who he was!

When he tried his best to get close to her, all she saw in her eyes was that heartbreaker, never him. So, whether he loved her or not was irrelevant!

"Sienna, tell me, is it important to you if I love you or not?"

The hairdryer was turned off, and his hands stopped tending to her hair. His handsome and gentle face moved in front of her, and his slender fingers caressed her cheek tenderly. His deep gaze grew even more intense, as if the answer to this question was of utmost importance. "Is it important? Sienna!"

If she said it was important, he would tell her.

He loved her!

Sienna, who initially wanted to say it was important without hesitation, suddenly couldn’t speak when she saw Jaysen’s intense determination. The words stuck in her throat changed into a different statement: "It doesn’t seem all that important. It was just a roll in the hay, a consensual act. There’s no need for true feelings!"

"Good, very good, excellent!"

Jaysen’s face darkened, and he grabbed Sienna’s chin, which was usually so proud but now appeared deflated. His indifferent voice was laced with an unyielding dominance. "However, since you’ve given me your body, you have to give me your heart as well!"

With that, he let her go and took out a set of clothes he had prepared earlier from the cabinet, handing them to her. His cold command followed: "Put them on!"

Sienna held the fiery red dress in her hands, her burning eyes slightly stinging. She frowned and looked up at Jaysen, only to find him already dressed. His white suit seemed to soften him, making him resemble a prince from a fairy tale story - if not for his sullen and rigid expression.

Sienna thought this man could be even more handsome!

And more captivating!

He wore white while she wore red, two contrasting colors at opposite extremes. Was he going to take her to a banquet?