Chapter 794

Was Jenny sleeping with someone in hotels? Paul doubted it. Joe was the only man on her mind lately; she’d even rejected Rowan, leading to his engagement with Minerva. Had she gone this far, would she sleep with someone else? Yet, why the hotel stays? A little investigation wouldn't hurt.

"Continue looking into this. If you find nothing, let it go."

"No problem!"

Jenny hadn't gone to a hotel that day. Edwin, ever vigilant, knew frequent hotel visits would arouse suspicion. He demanded to go to her house.

She refused, but to no avail. Edwin had a trove of compromising videos on his phone; deleting one wouldn't matter. He used them to coerce her, threatening her one after another. She repeatedly compromised, becoming increasingly compliant. The difference between one encounter and many was negligible. Edwin's generosity increased daily, showering her with money.

Entering, Edwin surveyed the house. "So, this is the house Joe bought you. It's not very big," he commented. He felt strangely youthful, his thoughts and actions uncontrolled, his desires escalating. Discovering Joe had bought the house fueled his urge to destroy it.

Jenny bit her lip. "Joe gifted it to me."

Helplessness washed over her, imagining herself being tormented in Joe's gift. She dreamt of Joe rescuing her. Would he pity her if he knew? Everything was forced, against her will.

"Why the long face? Save your tears," Edwin mocked, his patience wearing thin at her reluctance. They'd slept together multiple times, yet she pretended to hate it, clinging to a naïve, pitiful façade. She claimed she didn't want it, yet always ended up begging for it.

Two hours later, at 8:00 PM, Jenny was pinned to the stove, moaning uncontrollably. The doorbell rang, making her jump. She shoved Edwin, hissing, "Someone's here. They'll hear us!"

She couldn't bear it anymore. Edwin was a pervert; how had she missed it? No wonder Joe didn't want to admit Edwin as his son; who would want a pervert for a father? Terrified of discovery, she didn't know who had arrived.

"Jenny, I know you're home. Open the door," Rowan called from outside.

Edwin, recognizing Rowan's voice, grew excited. "Rowan likes you, doesn't he?"

"Please let me go! He has my house keys. If he sees us, we're done!" Jenny sobbed.

Rowan was ignoring her, wasn't he? Why was he here, of all days? She couldn't face him.

Edwin chuckled. "He has your keys? Have you two… been together before?"

"No, we haven't."

"It's alright if you have. Moan for him, why don't you?" Edwin ordered, pinching her.

Jenny gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face. Rowan heard muffled noises from inside, enough to confirm someone was home.