My Neighbor Jessalyn(2)

I slammed the table when I heard that. "He's such a scumbag!"

Jessalyn smiled bitterly. "I thought... this was all just fate. I chose him because I was ignorant when I was young. If I could go back in time, I would not let him approach me. I regret everything, but it's too late."

I was enraged and said, "Jessalyn, it's never too late. You are still young and lovely. I refuse to believe that our present society would allow him to break the law without repercussions. We can still call the cops even if we can't do anything ourselves!"

Jessalyn forced a smile. "It's useless to call the cops. The most they can do is lecture him and then let him go. Chris, there are so many complexities in life that no one understands. You're too young to comprehend."

Although I was young, I could empathize with what happened to Jessalyn. I didn't want to see her lead this kind of life. I wanted to help her and save her!

But I also knew that we couldn't win against Yves. There would be serious repercussions if we pissed him off.

Jessalyn reached out and patted my head. I knew she was trying to console me, but I was very depressed.

Fortunately, Yves didn't come back very often. Jessalyn and I gradually calmed down and resumed our previous lives in the days that followed.

Jessalyn was still elegant. She would have conversations with me and take me shopping, but I could always tell she was depressed.

I could tell she was becoming more and more dependent on me, which made me sad.

On one Saturday afternoon, we didn't have much to do at home. We sat on the couch and watched "The Reader," an old film about a woman who was over 30 years old that fell in love with a teenager. Jessalyn was so moved that she burst into tears. "I want to drink some wine at night," she said abruptly after the movie ended.

For some reason, I blurted out, "All right, I'll accompany you."

Jessalyn nodded, and then she wanted to get up to cook. I noticed she was still immersed in the film just now, so I volunteered and said, "You rest tonight. I'll cook."

Jessalyn was a little surprised and smiled with tears in her eyes. "Wow, you can cook as well. You're becoming more and more like a man."

I stood up and looked at her helplessly. "Please, Jessie. I'm 20 years old. I'm already a man."

When she heard the word "Jessie," she giggled with joy and grumbled coquettishly, "Who are you calling Jessie? Call me Jessalyn."

I rolled my eyes at her and went to the kitchen.

My cooking skills were pretty average, and I clumsily prepared two dishes. Jessalyn had already prepared the red wine when I served them to the table. She'd also changed into a low-cut black dress with a slender sling.

I teased, "Are you going to attend a banquet?"

Jessalyn poured the wine for me as well. "It's your first time cooking in the kitchen. We should, of course, have a sense of ceremony and be a little formal."

However, she was dressed too sexily, and I was too embarrassed to look at her. My eyes were flickering, but she remained calm.

I sampled the dishes after I sat down. The taste seemed strange, but Jessalyn didn't mind it at all. She ate happily and frequently raised her glass for a toast.

Jessalyn was clearly enjoying herself while she drank, and her face quickly turned red.

We talked about my university life after we dined for more than an hour. She asked if I had participated in any clubs, and she shook her head and smiled when I said no. "That's so boring. I joined my university's dance society and served as president for two years."

I asked, "You know how to dance?"

"Of course, I'm very good at ballroom dancing," she cheerfully said.

I turned my head unconsciously to look at Jessalyn's figure. Even though she was 38 years old, she was still stunning, especially with those two lovely legs, which were slender and straight. She did appear to have danced.

Jessalyn inquired, "What? You don't believe me? Come on, get up and dance with me. I'll show you."

"I don't know how to ballroom dance, Jessalyn," I hurriedly said.

However, Jessalyn had already taken my hand. "It's okay. I'll teach you."

She turned on the music, played a dance song, motioned for me to stand upright, took my hand in hers, and wrapped it around her back.

I could only feel the warmth in my palm, and the strong perfume scent on her body made my heart skip a beat.

Then, she crossed her fingers with mine and held me with the other hand. I felt a surge of heat as she pressed her body against mine, and I didn't dare to look at her.

She began to guide me as we danced in the living room while following the tune.

Our waists and hips would occasionally bump into each other, which made me antsy. I was so nervous and excited. My body was hard, as opposed to her softness.

Sometimes I'd arch my waist awkwardly, and Jessalyn would remind me softly, "Lift your hip and press it against me."

I had no choice but to do as she said. However, she continued to dance calmly. After the first few minutes of chaos, I gradually followed her pace.

Amidst the soft music, we were spinning freely in the living room. Jessalyn closed her eyes slowly, obviously intoxicated. I secretly gazed at her charming and moving appearance while drifting in ecstasy.

Jessalyn would sneakily pick up the red wine to take a sip while dancing. Her face was flushed after ten minutes, and her footsteps became sloppy. She abruptly turned around, did not stand firmly, and fell into my arms. "Are you drunk, Jessalyn?" I asked as I held her.

Jessalyn squinted her eyes at me. "Call me Jessie."

Huh? I panicked and didn't dare to respond. Instead, I mumbled, "How about I take you to bed?"

Jessalyn smiled and put her arms around my neck before she whispered into my ear, "Okay, take me back to the bedroom."

She rubbed her forehead and leaned against my chest.

I was about to hold her when I heard a noise from the living room door. Yves entered the room after I heard the sound of keys clinking.

I panicked. When he saw the scene in the house, he seemed to understand what was going on. He then strode over and grabbed Jessalyn's hair. "Hah! You witch! You really are dating younger men."

Jessalyn yelped. I was about to stop Yves when he slapped me across the face with his hand. "How dare you touch her, you little rascal!"

He slapped me so hard that I stumbled back. I tried to explain myself, "Jessalyn drank too much, and I wanted to help her get back to bed so she could rest!"

"Rest? I think you two are going to go back to bed and continue what you were doing."

Then, he kicked me once more. Jessalyn was also shocked and sobered up. "Get out of here, Yves. This is my home!"

Yves sneered, "Your home? I'm the owner of this house as well. You must've gone crazy from lusting after men. I'll get someone to break this little rascal's legs right now. That's what you get for being a wench!"

He took out his phone and quickly sent a voice message to the person who sent him home.

Jessalyn was drunk and angry at the moment. She hit him with both hands and said, "If you dare to touch him, Yves, I'll fight you! You're right. I'm in desperate need of a man. I like Chris. I was seducing him and cheating on you. I've also hooked up with several men outside, and I want everyone in the city to know!"

I was taken aback by Jessalyn's words, but I quickly realized she said them on purpose to provoke Yves.

Yves punched Jessalyn in the stomach and abruptly pulled up her figure-hugging skirt. "You enjoy hooking up with men, don't you? Okay, I'll help you out today and hook up with you!"

Jessalyn was suddenly half naked, and her lace undergarments were exposed. I was anxious and rushed toward Yves. "I'll kill you!"

Yves grabbed me, kicked me hard with his knees, gripped my neck, and pushed me into Jessalyn's arms. "Come on, I'll help you. Hurry up. If you don't sleep with her here today, I'll kill you!"

I did everything I could to resist. Meanwhile, some of the neighbors were startled. Everyone from upstairs and downstairs came over to take a look, but no one dared to enter and break up the fight.

Jessalyn and I were humiliated by Yves in public. Not long after, two tattooed men, who were the underlings called by Yves, squeezed into the room. They grabbed me by the neck, kicked me, and threw me out the door.

Yves viciously said to me, "From now on, if you dare to enter this door again, I will definitely break all of your limbs!"

Those neighbors were also terrified and eager to return home, but Yves stopped them and said, "Don't go. I'm not usually at home, so you should keep an eye out for me. If anyone else seduces my wife like this brat, I will wreak havoc throughout the entire building!"

I cried out, "Don't slander Jessalyn and me. We didn't do any of those disgusting things you said!"

However, no one believed me. The neighbors looked at me with weird expressions and nodded to Yves.

Then, Yves closed the door with a thud. All the neighbors rushed back to their homes and ignored me.

I lay there for a long time, then climbed home and curled up in the living room alone, in pain.

I became increasingly anxious as I thought of Jessalyn, who must be going through the same thing as me right now.

I couldn't sleep that night. I despised Yves so much.

Unexpectedly, I learned the next day from the neighbor's heated discussion that Yves had his subordinates live in Jessalyn's house so they could keep an eye on her every day.

Additionally, the neighbors looked at me with contempt and disdain.

I walked around the community like a public enemy, but I didn't mind. I spent the entire day below Jessalyn's house, staring at the window of her bedroom. I wanted to save her, but everything was silent, and I felt like I was falling into an abyss.

I felt like I could neither live nor die, but I swore under the scorching sun, "Yves, you are such a horrible person. I must go against you until the end! I want to save Jessalyn and I want Yves to be punished!"

I stayed at home for three days and thought about how to fight against Yves.

I recalled Jessalyn had mentioned that Yves had relationships with several married women, so I wondered if any of the husbands of those few women were capable of opposing Yves.