Chapter 2583

Aerruike tore open the tea-stained shirt that bound him, several buttons popped off, revealing his tight, reddish chest skin.

He hooked his arm around Jin Chen's neck, his gaze scorching as it traced the person's brows, eyes, and nose bridge, finally settling on the lips that always spoke words that made him both angry and helpless, and he bit down angrily.

"What does he have that could satisfy you?" Aerruike's voice was hoarse, his hot breath spraying onto Jin Chen's lips, "Don't you like me like this?"

Jin Chen, who inexplicably found himself on the receiving end of an embrace and an active kiss: "……?"

He licked the stinging corner of his bitten lip, looking at the furious, jealousy-filled green-eyed cat before him, only then belatedly realizing.

He felt somewhat torn between laughter and tears.

"Dearest," Jin Chen couldn't help but chuckle, his arm wrapping around Aerruike's waist, "Are you... jealous?"

Aerruike's ears flushed red, his gaze turning even more ferocious, the suddenly approaching aura completely enveloping Jin Chen, "You still know? You obviously know! You still say it wasn't intentional!"

"Oh, how wronged I am." Jin Chen endured his laughter, his fingers gently kneading the tense muscles on Aerruike's back, then leaned in, softly kissing his tightly pressed lips, still carrying the scent of black tea, and whispered soothingly, "You're right; to me, John is nowhere near as good as you."

"I only like you, I only am satisfied with you, stop being jealous, okay?"

Alaric stared at him without moving.

No matter whether he was the mysterious and dangerous Chen or the pure-hearted Cyril.

The one standing before him now is the person he has taken a liking to, and can only be his!

Alaric grabbed Jin Chen's wrists, bent them back and lifted them over his head, pressing them firmly against the door, then kissed him again.

It was a kiss of seeking, sucking, rubbing, and even a hint of punitive nibbling.

Their breaths mingled, lips and tongues tangled, his movements were rough, the kiss fierce and urgent.

Jin Chen endured the intensely fierce kiss, responding actively.

Until both were a little out of breath, Alaric pulled back slightly, foreheads touching, he panted heavily, his green eyes suffused with a watery, emotional light; the ferocity eased, leaving only infatuation and possession.

"And you, Alaric?" Jin Chen's voice also a little hoarse, he embraced the slightly trembling Alaric, eyelids drooping, then buried his face in his neck, rubbing gently, "Are you still angry? Still blaming me for deceiving you?"

Alaric held him tight, shook his head, "You had better… be lying to me about only this one thing."

Jin Chen: "Yes, nothing else, just this one."

Alaric held him tighter, his sense of possession and control relieved, making him feel safe and addictively infatuated.

"Not bad." He muttered softly, as if speaking to himself.

He tilted his head back, letting Jin Chen place light, soothing kisses on his neck, then as if suddenly remembering something, he pinched Jin Chen's nape, "Your name… is quite strange."

"Chen? Which one is your real name?"

Jin Chen picked a clean, simple shirt of similar size from the wardrobe in the changing room and helped him put it on.

His fingertips glided over Alaric's warm, moist, firm abs and chest.

After fastening the last button, Alaric couldn't help pulling him back into his embrace, holding him close, unwilling to part even for a moment.

Jin Chen simply rested his head loosely on his shoulder, idly stroking the fabric of his shirt at the back, his voice tinged with laziness.

"Chen. Jin Chen."

Alaric repeated the pronunciation of that name with some difficulty between his lips and teeth, brows slightly furrowed, impatiently critical.

"A strange name… the pronunciation is really awkward."

Jin Chen chuckled low, lifted his head to kiss the corner of his mouth, "Yeah, it's a bit strange, but… now only you know this name."

Alaric: "... Oh."

He was satisfied, his heart warm.

Muttering that this was about enough, he planted a loud kiss on Jin Chen's forehead, tone domineering, "Baby, stay away from John Orga from now on, got it?"

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, feeling his jealousy was a bit unfounded, "You should know his relationship with Vincent."

Alaric snorted, shrugged indifferently, "But Vincent is already dead."

The living John, who could still chat behind closed doors with Cyril, was just an eyesore.

Jin Chen chuckled, shook his head, and gently rubbed Alaric's lips, which were a little red, swollen, and moist from the kiss, conceding indulgently.

"Alright, I'll listen to you. I won't seek him out alone anymore."

Alaric, in a good mood, tidied the freshly changed shirt.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 93!】

【Villain Blackening Value -10, total 40!】

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Lunchtime.

Since the apparent true culprit, Joshua Cline, had been arrested, the restaurant's atmosphere, while not exactly light and cheerful, was at least no longer as heavy as before.

Count Orga's spirits seemed better than a few days ago.

He welcomed the revisiting Alaric and Jin Chen, although his smile was somewhat forced.

Only Julian, seated to the Count's right, looked tense and anxious, eating even more silently than usual.

Miss Eleanor had already been taken away by her family, and everyone tacitly avoided mentioning the scandal of her premarital assignation.

Jin Chen appeared to be casually cutting the lamb chops on his plate, gazing at the host, Count Orga.

"Your Excellency Count, regarding Miss Eleanor… have you uncovered the identity of her secret lover?"

Upon mentioning this embarrassing topic, Count Orga's face darkened, his hand gripping the knife and fork paused, as if he didn't want to delve deeper, merely shaking his head vaguely: "No definite news yet. This matter… let it pass."

And reacting even more strongly was Julian, seated beside the Count, whose silver dining fork slipped from his hand and clattered onto the plate.

Julian quickly composed his expression, raising his head before the Count could ask, looking at Jin Chen, "Sorry, my hand slipped."

"Just… the Zhuang Yuan has seen enough happenings lately; my uncle also needs rest, Inspector Cyril, perhaps some trivial old matters need not be brought up again, lest they agitate my uncle."

Count Orga sighed, then turned to pat Julian's hand on the back, tone relieved, "Good child."

And from the start of the meal until now, he hadn't glanced at John even once.

Jin Chen glanced thoughtfully at them, gave a small smile, and nodded agreeably, "Of course, I was presumptuous."

After the meal, Jin Chen and Aerruike took a walk under the pretext of digesting, and arrived at the garden.

"I have a new suspicion," Jin Chen said, slowing his steps to make sure only the two of them could hear.

"If this suspicion is confirmed, then Zhulian's motive for murder gains another."

Aerruike walked at his side, his gaze fixed ahead, his attention entirely on Jin Chen's words.

Still in someone else's Zhuang Yuan, Jin Chen did not take Aerruike's hand, while Aerruike waited and waited, finally unable to restrain himself, he grasped Jin Chen's hand hanging at his side, fingertips interlaced, ten fingers locked.

"What suspicion?" he turned his head to look at Jin Chen.