Chapter 310
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Chapter 310:
Jocelyn walked along the paved path in a chic beige trench coat, a thick silk Hermès scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. She kept adjusting it, pulling it higher. Beneath the silk, her collarbone and the side of her neck were covered in a trail of deep red marks left by his kisses — the physical evidence of Gaston’s passionate devotion on the study sofa the night before.
Gaston walked beside her, looking incredibly relaxed in a soft cashmere sweater. He was pushing Grandma Wolfe’s wheelchair.
Ever since Jocelyn had signed that amendment, Gaston had completely abandoned his restraint. He was behaving like a starving predator finally let off its leash.
They reached a quiet spot near a large oak tree. Gaston locked the wheels of the chair and settled onto a wooden park bench. Before Jocelyn could sit beside him, he reached out, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her firmly down onto his lap.
Jocelyn gasped. Her face flushed a brilliant red.
“Gaston!” she hissed, struggling to stand. She slapped his shoulder. “Stop it! Grandma is right there p>
ѕ𝗁𝗮𝘳𝘦 𝘆𝘰u𝘳 𝘁𝘩о𝗎gh𝘁𝗌 о𝗻.с𝗼𝗺
Gaston ignored her completely. He wrapped both arms around her waist, anchoring her against his thighs, and leaned his face into the crook of her neck, deliberately nuzzling the edge of the silk scarf.
“She knows we are married, darling,” Gaston murmured, pressing a warm kiss to her jawline.
Grandma Wolfe sat in her wheelchair and watched the whole struggle with a wide, delighted smile, her eyes crinkling with genuine happiness.
“Oh, let him hold you, Jocelyn,” Grandma chuckled. “It is good to see young people so passionate. At this rate, the Collins family will have a fifth-generation heir before Christmas p>
Jocelyn was fairly certain she was going to die of embarrassment. She buried her burning face in her hands and pinched Gaston’s arm hard through his cashmere sweater.
He didn’t even flinch. He simply took her hand, pulled it away from her face, and kissed her knuckles.
“I promise you, Grandma,” Gaston said, looking directly at the old woman with a completely straight face, “I am working very hard on that exact project p>
Jocelyn let out a strangled groan of pure mortification.
Grandma Wolfe reached over and patted Jocelyn’s knee. Her smile softened into a look of deep, sincere gratitude.
“I saw the news about Robert and Elouise,” Grandma said quietly. “Bankruptcy. Criminal charges. It is karma. But I know it was you, Gaston. Thank you for protecting my girl. Thank you for not letting them destroy her p>
Gaston’s playful demeanor vanished instantly. He sat up straighter and tightened his grip around Jocelyn’s waist.
“No one will ever hurt her again,” Gaston promised, his voice carrying the weight of an unbreakable vow. “As long as I am breathing, she is untouchable p>
The absolute certainty in his voice sent a wave of warmth surging through Jocelyn’s chest. She stopped struggling. Slowly, she leaned back against his solid chest and finally let herself relax into his embrace.
A cold autumn breeze swept through the garden. Gaston immediately shrugged off his cashmere sweater and draped it over Jocelyn’s shoulders, wrapping her up tightly against the wind.
An hour later, visiting hours ended and the nurses wheeled Grandma back inside.
Jocelyn and Gaston walked out to the parking lot, where the black Maybach was waiting. The moment they climbed into the back seat, Jocelyn turned on him.