Blood-infused jade? Janet widened her eyes in surprise, and a rare expression of disbelief appeared on her face. From what he said, that means this is a piece of jade that has been infused with blood. No wonder the color of this bracelet is so strangely vibrant! “Whose blood?” Her voice was slightly cold. Frowning, her complexion didn’t look good.
“Mine!” The man’s enchanting eyes flashed, and he kissed her on the lips again.
“Be serious!” She shoved at him. Her voice was stern and serious. It hasn’t been long since we reconciled. But, this man has kissed me more than ten times during that period. Is he some sort of kissing monster?
Despite her stern rebuke, the man looked calm and relaxed. Then, he said warmly, “Mine! It’s the blood from my wrist from when I was 18!” Pausing, he continued in a serious yet gentle manner, “I didn’t take this bracelet out from the laboratory until I met you.”
Within the Lowry Family, there was an unwritten rule: on the day the men came of age, they would take a bowl of blood from their wrists and infuse said blood into an ice jade. After that, it would be kept in the Lowry Family’s laboratory until the day they met the woman they loved. At that time, they would take the bracelet and gift it to the woman they loved as a sign of their sincerity. That bowl of blood could only be taken when they came of age. Thus, it was something they could only do once in a lifetime.
Perhaps Janet did not know about this. However, the people at the Lowry Family’s laboratory had received a notification from Mason on the day they first met to retrieve the bracelet within three days. Afterward, this bracelet had been kept inside the cupboard of his master bedroom. Whenever he missed her, he would often take it out to look at it.
Listening to the man’s magnetic voice sounding beside her ear, expressions of shock and amazement constantly flitted across her face. No wonder the people at the Lowry Residence had been so astonished to see me wearing this bracelet. Then, she recalled the day when she was injured in a fight with Damien. Why did it seem as if Mason could feel my pain? Don’t tell me… She looked up. The man’s gaze dragged her into its depths like a whirlpool. Thus, she lost track of her thoughts—she couldn’t bring herself to ask about what she was curious about.
“Do you want to ask why I seemed to be able to sense your pain ever since you put on the bracelet?” The man gazed sideways at her as he slowly closed the distance between them.
“Yeah.” Her voice was indifferent, and her face was void of expression. The emotions in her eyes were difficult to read. All I did was gaze at him. Even so, he could tell what I was thinking.
“The men in our family respect and love their future wives from the bottom of their hearts. For that reason, the Lowry Family’s laboratory has always been researching and refining telepathic technology to protect future wives,” he explained. He was neither rushed nor hesitant, and his speech was relaxed—it didn’t look like he was lying.
Stunned, her gaze wavered too. It looked like another wave of love was overflowing from her heart—it couldn’t be stopped even if she wanted to. Thus, she gathered her emotions and calmed down, feeling at a loss for words. She said, “I never imagined that your family would do something like that.”
Upon hearing that, his eyes darkened. He rubbed his head against her neck and said in displeasure, “What do you mean by ‘your family’? Aren’t we family now?”
She smiled in response, and her small hand patted his shoulder. “Yes, we are.” Perhaps we were destined to be together ever since he placed this bracelet on my wrist. Out of nowhere, she felt a burst of courage inside her. Her lips moved to the wound on his neck and she licked him like an animal licking its companion’s wounds.
The man hissed lightly. Blowing out a long breath, his voice became hoarse beyond belief. “Sweetheart, are you trying to seduce me?”
“N-No, I wasn’t!” She stopped her licking motion and waved her hands frantically. At the same time, she cleared her throat in embarrassment.
Under these circumstances, Mason couldn’t care less about what she was saying anymore. Without waiting for her to finish her sentence, he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his. Following that, he hoarsely whispered, “I need you to calm my arousal.” Then, he exerted some strength and pressed her down against the sofa again.
“L-Let go!” Janet cried out. “That’s ticklish! You can’t do that.”
As the two were fooling around, a knock sounded from outside the door. “Young Master Mason, Young Master Moss has been waiting outside for a long while now. Can he enter?”
