Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk

Chapter 348: Restless Night

Unfortunately, it has already had an impact.

Jasper Sinclair waited for his blood pressure to return to normal before instructing in a detached tone, "Move Peach Bell over and find two reliable people to keep an eye on her. Don’t let her leave the third-floor area."

"Understood."

The butler left to carry out Jasper Sinclair’s instructions meticulously.

In truth, he was already over forty years old, and everyone in the estate was used to calling him Uncle Kevin.

Since the day Jasper was born, Uncle Kevin had been by his side, taking care of his daily needs, and never neglecting his etiquette education.

A year ago, when Jasper moved from the estate to Southwood Court, the estate was entirely entrusted to Uncle Kevin to manage.

Besides serving as a household steward, Uncle Kevin paved the way for Jasper in matters of social connections and affairs.

The Sinclair Matriarch would address him as Kevin due to his many years of refined guidance.

Now, Uncle Kevin, aging over the years, found himself increasingly unable to keep up with the demands.

After he left, Jasper unbuttoned his suit, even a small button possessing an unmatched texture. His fingers then touched the knot of his tie, loosening it with a few swift movements.

The custom-made suit was casually draped over his arm as he once again turned back towards the study, his steps now less calm.

He initially intended to speak with Nora Northwood in the master bedroom but thought better of it; now was not the right time. Better to deal with what Peach Bell had brought him.

Intuition told Jasper that the contents within could perhaps be related to the death of Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair.

The person he was thinking of was curled up on the soft bed.

The cold, rainy night left Nora thoroughly chilled, her delicate body trembling subtly.

The bedroom was tranquil and serene, with the sound of rain tightly shut outside the glass windows, leaving only the ticking of the clock’s second hand.

The person on the bed gazed out the window, still able to see the ripples of water washing over and erasing themselves, as well as the forming raindrops.

In the latter half of the night, Jasper returned to the master bedroom to find that Nora Northwood had kicked the blanket to the foot of the bed, with most of her body exposed.

Jasper’s ten slender fingers delicately straightened the cashmere blanket, the deep red cashmere contrasting against his jade-like knuckles, even and pleasing to the eye.

The person in the dream was startled, her sleep already unstable. At this moment, she turned over with a frown.

Jasper immediately withdrew his hand, afraid of waking Nora.

Only when he heard her breathing evenly again did he move once more.

The pad of his middle finger rested between her brows, gently stroking downward, and soon the creased skin smoothed out.

Jasper lay down beside her, his nose catching a faint whiff of magnolia scent.

It couldn’t be called a perfume’s fragrance; Nora rarely sprayed perfume. It was a scent hard to describe precisely, not entirely floral or fruity. If it had to be put into a word, it would be "heartfelt."

A flutter of the heart quietly blossomed in the rainy night.

Jasper turned his body, moonlight spilling over him, making his high-bridged nose visible.

His eyes gently closed, one hand resting on Nora’s waist, yet he dared not exert his full strength.

In the darkness, his profile became indistinct and blurry, leaving only a rough outline, yet still possessing a natural nobility.

That night, Jasper’s sleep was unsettled.

When he opened his eyes again, the person next to him was long gone, and his arms hugged only air.