I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 121

Niamh turned to look at him.

In the soft moonlight, Jareth’s expression was calm, stripped of its usual intensity and arrogance.

“I have,” she answered honestly.

“Oh?”

“I lived here for over five years,” she added.

“Is that right? That long?”

“Yes.”

Jareth turned to look at her again. The moonlight was like liquid silver, spilling over her shoulders and illuminating her face, highlighting her ethereal beauty. For a moment, he found himself captivated.

Just then, Niamh turned and her eyes met his. A jolt went through her when she felt the warmth in his gaze, and she quickly looked away, her hands tightening on the stone railing. The way he was looking at her was deeply unsettling.

“Mr. Bragg, is something wrong?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly as he continued to stare.

Jareth snapped out of his daze and quickly tried to cover. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Ms. Lynn. I was looking at that couple next to you.”

Was he really?

Niamh glanced over and saw a young couple locked in a passionate kiss just a few feet away. She had a clear, unobstructed view, and her face instantly flushed a deep crimson, feeling scorching hot.

“I’ve never met a woman like you,” Jareth scoffed, looking at her as if she were some kind of strange creature. The woman could tell a barefaced lie without even blushing. It was almost impressive.

“And what kind of man are you?” she retorted, refusing to back down. How well did they even know each other? It had only been five days, yet he felt entitled to ask such a private question.

“You have children, Niamh,” Jareth snapped, his patience gone. “You have children, and you expect me to believe you’ve never been kissed? Who do you think you’re fooling?”

Niamh felt a wave of indignation, but she knew she had no way to defend herself. He was right. She had children. Who would ever believe she’d never been kissed by a man? But she wasn’t about to explain herself to him. Let him believe what he wanted.

He was getting more arrogant by the minute. How dare he insult her over something like this?

“Well, what about you, Mr. Bragg?” she shot back, her voice sharp. “How many women have you kissed?”