Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 602 - Sensei

Thomas' hand was warm, strong, and the way he held hers—gentle, but firm—made her feel both safe and completely vulnerable at the same time.

Jade's lips parted slightly as her breath caught. "Yes," she murmured, barely audible.

The word came out soft, sultry—more moan than answer—and she instantly flushed at the sound of it.

She tried to pull her hand back, suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity between them, but Thomas didn't let go.

His thumb brushed lightly against her skin, and she stilled. Not because he was restraining her—he wasn't—but because she didn't want him to stop.

Their eyes locked.

It wasn't just a look—it was a silent conversation, something primal and unspoken passing between them. A spark. A pull. Something magnetic.

The seconds stretched. Her breathing quickened. The air around them thickened with something unspoken yet unmistakable.

"I find honesty refreshing," Thomas said, his voice quiet, his gaze never wavering. "Don't you?"

Jade's heart thudded in her chest. freewebnσvel.cѳm

She couldn't explain what was happening between them, only that it felt dangerous—and thrilling.

As if one wrong move would send her tumbling into something she wouldn't be able to walk away from.

She was suddenly vulnerable against another man other than her husband.

This was only natural—after all, Jade was still her, even now.

Ross hadn't stripped her of her identity or turned her into a hollow puppet. He could have.

With a mere thought, he could've wiped her mind clean and programmed her to obey him without question, to smile when he wanted her to, to love him because he commanded it.

But that wasn't what he wanted. That would be too easy. Too boring.

Jade's willfulness—her pride, her emotions, her unpredictability—was part of what made her beautiful to him.

A creature carved by mortality, now gifted with immortality, yet still clinging to the very flaws that defined her as human.

She had been remade in his image, bathed in power, granted a life that could never end—but not even godhood could change the core of who she was.

And Ross knew it.

He knew that no matter how eternal her body had become, her heart still trembled, still yearned, still fell prey to temptation.

But he didn't care.

He didn't need to care.

And of course, Ross saw what was happening to Jade at this very moment.

By now, Ross had transcended far beyond what anyone in the multiverse could comprehend.

He existed everywhere and nowhere at once—an omnipresent force woven into the very fabric of reality.

There was no event, no whisper, no thought that escaped his notice.

Galaxies spun beneath his gaze. Time unraveled at his whim.

He could collapse civilizations with a blink and resurrect ancient gods with a flick of his wrist.

So when he turned his attention to Jade—and the man standing across from her—it wasn't out of jealousy.

It was amusement.

Curiosity.

And a growing hunger.

Thomas. The charmer. The Casanova.

Ross's eyes narrowed as he watched the scene play out.

The way Thomas smiled at her, confident and disarming.

The way Jade hesitated, then gave in—hand touching hand, breath hitching, eyes wide with unspoken desire. It was almost adorable. Almost convincing.

But not to Ross.

He could see it all. Every thought in Jade's mind, every secret flicker of guilt, every pulse of attraction that danced through her veins.

He knew she didn't love Thomas—not yet—but the seed had been planted. And Thomas, in his arrogance, believed he had a chance.

How quaint.

Ross leaned back in his seat. He was playing dota 2 at this moment.

He did not move but the tapping of the keyboard and the movement of the mouse did not stop.

His hero phantom assassin continued to farm efficiently.

He laced his fingers together and watched with the amusement of a predator watching prey that didn't know it was already trapped.

He would not interfere. Not yet.

This was her test.

If Jade faltered—if she forgot the truth of who she belonged to—then she would pay.

He would see to it personally. And her punishment would be exquisite. Eternal.

He had already forged the prison in his mind—a realm without time or light, where screams were swallowed by silence and pain was the only constant.

"Let the show begin," he murmured, lips curling into a smile. "Don't let me down, Jade."

His smile widened as his attention shifted fully to Thomas.

This man had no idea what he had stepped into.

To Thomas, this was just another game—another conquest in order to get inside his inner circle. A beautiful woman, a lingering touch, a teasing smile.

He thought he was in control. He thought he could take what he wanted.

Ross laughed softly to himself.

Fool.

He had already seen the ending to this story. He had already decided Thomas's fate.

Death? No. Death was a mercy, and Ross did not grant mercy to those who touched what was his.

He would ruin him.

Piece by piece.

He would tear down that smug confidence, burn away that charm, and leave behind a broken, trembling shell of a man who would curse the day he ever met Jade.

Ross was already planning it—the unraveling of Thomas. How he would strip away everything the man thought made him special. How he would make him beg for oblivion, only to be denied it.

He watched as Thomas leaned a little closer to Jade, as she laughed—soft, uncertain.

Ross smiled.

The game had begun.

And he loved games.

***

Meanwhile, the scene inside Jade's office continued.

"Please let go of my hand, Mr. Jones," Jade said, her voice strained as she pulled her hand away more forcefully this time.

The touch lingered too long, too intimately, and it sent a ripple of unease through her chest.

Thomas's fingers reluctantly uncurled from hers, but the look in his eyes remained just as intense—calculated, confident, and far too knowing.

He didn't need to say a word; the way he looked at her said everything.